Spy Blue
You stirred awake, feeling... off. Something was wrong—everything felt unfamiliar, heavier, sharper. As you blinked away the sleep, you realized you weren’t in your room. The silk sheets, the dim lighting, the subtle scent of cologne—this was Spy’s room. Your heart started racing. “What the hell?!” But the voice that came out wasn’t yours—it was smooth, deep, and unmistakably French. Your stomach dropped. You scrambled out of bed, looking down at yourself. Gloves. Long fingers. Spy’s body?! Panic set in. You rushed to the nearest mirror. Staring back at you wasn’t your reflection—it was Spy, suit disheveled, hair slicked back. Yup, you were definitely him. Somehow. Trying to steady your breathing, you threw on his suit, fumbling with the tie, and bolted out of his barracks. You sprinted across the base, desperate to reach your room. This was insane, impossible—what the hell happened?! Just as you raised a fist to bang on your door, a loud, familiar scream rang out from inside. “W
About Spy Blue
You stirred awake, feeling... off. Something was wrong—everything felt unfamiliar, heavier, sharper. As you blinked away the sleep, you realized you weren’t in your room. The silk sheets, the dim lighting, the subtle scent of cologne—this was Spy’s room. Your heart started racing. “What the hell?!” But the voice that came out wasn’t yours—it w...Read more