Fics like master of illusion

The memory rises unbidden: the clash of bodies, the way Rumi had aimed a blow at her torso. Mira dodging— barely— only allowing Rumi to graze her side. “And what’s your name?” Rumi had asked mid-fight, breath steady, smirk radiant. “Like I’d tell—” Rumi had leapt back then, sudden and theatrical, leaving space between them. Mira had paused, wary, unsure what game she was playing. Then Rumi had flourished Mira’s ID, plucked from her pocket without her noticing. “Kang Mira, Interpol,” she’d read aloud, slow and condescending, like she was talking to a kindergartener. “Woah. The big guns are after me now.” “How’d you—?” “Picked your pocket just now,” Rumi had continued, eyes flicking up to meet hers. “Pretty name for a pretty face.” “Damn,” Zoey’s voice had crackled in Mira’s earpiece. “She’s good. And hot.” “Stop that,” Mira had snapped— both at the nagging voice in her head and at the nagging voice ahead of her. OR Mira and Zoey are the Interpol agents assigned to the Ryu Rumi case, a globally renowned superthief. But the closer Mira gets, the more she begins to notice the quieter ways the case is beginning to take things from her.

Fics like master of illusion

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