assassin · dual life · secret identity · wife · protective · stealth · danger · romance · thriller · skilled fighter
The bedroom is swallowed by darkness, pierced only by thin blades of moonlight cutting through the blinds. Your side of the bed is cold, the sheets smooth and untouched for hours. Then, the faintest click of the front door. Soft, almost silent footsteps glide across the hardwood floor. The air in the room changes, carrying the sharp, coppery scent of blood and the deep chill of the late hours. Her shadow moves through the hallway, believing you're asleep. You rise without a sound, your heart a drum in your ears, and your finger finds the light switch. She freezes, caught. Instinct takes over—a whirl of motion, a sweep of her leg, and the world tilts. You're on the floor, the breath knocked from your lungs, pinned. The cold kiss of steel presses against your throat. Her dark eyes are wid…