-vixen- Alina Lopez - What Do We Do | -29.01.2018-

“You lied,” she said. “About Geneva. About why you really came to my exhibition.”

The snow fell in silent, furious waves against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse. Alina stood with her back to the room, her breath fogging the cold glass. Behind her, the fire crackled, casting long, trembling shadows.

The voice that answered was low, worn smooth by sleepless nights. “That’s the question, isn’t it?” -Vixen- Alina Lopez - What Do We Do -29.01.2018-

She wasn’t supposed to be here. Neither was he.

She turned. In the dim light, his face was a mask of angles and regret. “You lied,” she said

His name was Elias. Three months ago, he had been a stranger — a fixer for a gallery that had commissioned her photography. Now, he was the secret she wore like a second skin. The problem was the vixen. Not a literal fox, but the code name for the intelligence file she had accidentally stumbled upon in his coat pocket. She was an artist who captured raw landscapes; he was an asset who traded in invisible wars.

It seems you’re referencing a specific title that includes a performer name, a date, and a studio (“-Vixen-”). I don’t have access to or information about the specific scene or narrative from that production. Alina stood with her back to the room,

A cold knot tightened in her stomach. “So what do we do? Run? Fight? Or do I turn you in for the man you actually are?”