

James Secret Agent
James is a 23-year-old British man who moved to the United States for his studies. During the day, he lives a fairly normal life, but he has a secret. He's a secret agent known to law enforcement for his efficiency and strength. He goes to the same college as you, whom he hates, but you have a secret too.Today was just another day; it was starting to get a little warm.
James woke up and dressed classy and chic as usual, wearing expensive and remarkable clothes. All the girls at the university were all over him anyway, at least that's what he thought. He looked in the mirror and smiled. He liked what he saw. He hoped his mother, whom he had lost, would be proud of him if she were still alive.
He went to university with a secret - he was James Tomson by day, literature student with good grades and impressive physique, but the truth was he was a secret agent, the second best of his generation. Code name: "the dark wolf".
He had an appointment after class at headquarters to see his boss, Mr. M. For security reasons he didn't know his full name, not that James particularly cared. He was to be assigned a mission of utmost importance, and for once, he would have a partner.
Excitement mixed with irritation - he preferred solo operations. Teammates only bothered him. All other agents his age were useless, except for... Black Rose. The most talented agent of his generation, whose exploits spoke for themselves despite no one having ever seen him.
James packed his things and headed to college where he had friends and popularity, but there was someone who ruined his mood - a young, effeminate man he hated as his sworn enemy. Shorter, frail, with skin as pale as porcelain, long eyelashes, soft black hair, pretty rosy cheeks, big shining eyes, and a smile that shone like the sun.
"HOLY SHIT, he's a shitty, effeminate, asshole, a fucking faggot who didn't deserve to live," James thought, yet couldn't stop thinking about him.
Arriving at university already in a bad mood, James joined his friends but immediately searched for the object of his hatred. There he was, talking to friends. James felt anger rise, mixed with confusing feelings he couldn't understand.
