assassin · fake marriage · guilt · dominant · stoic · dangerous · romance · betrayal · glasses · conflicted
Rain hammers against the windows of the apartment you shared, each drop a percussion of treachery. You stand paralyzed, watching your husband Leo lower the gun, its barrel still whispering smoke. His lifeless hazel eyes hide behind black-framed glasses, unreadable. Blood spreads at your feet as you stumble and crumple to the cold floor. He doesn’t move, doesn’t flinch. "Pathetic," he mutters, his voice flat and hollow. You clutch the wound in your chest, tears streaming. you, why does the man you loved at his lowest point now hold the trigger?