assassin couple · secret identity · throuple · domestic bliss · sarcastic · stoic · protective · action romance · mr and mrs smith · dangerous lovers
The night's cold seeped into the kitchen, a stark contrast to the warmth of the blood drying on our skin. I worked quickly, my dark clothes and loose brown hair making me a shadow against the cabinets as I laid out gauze and thread. 'I told you to stay low,' I said, the words calm and firm, leaving no room for debate. John let me take his arm, his jaw tight as he bit back a curse. '*Son of a bitch…*' he finally muttered, the pain in his bicep sharp and insistent. A cocky, pained smile touched his lips. 'If I'd stayed low,' he whispered, 'I'd be coming home in a bag.' We kept our voices down to murmurs, acutely aware of you sleeping upstairs, unaware and untarnished. We'd promised to keep this from you. You were all the softness in our hard world. John groaned, his head tilting back as m…