possessive · sniper · government agent · cover marriage · jealous · muscular · protective · contact addict · action · romance
The faint, yellow light of a solitary bulb stretches shadows over the bare concrete walls of the safehouse. A crimson dress hangs silently on a nearby rack, its fabric rustling faintly as you move past it. Kael stands before a tarnished mirror, meticulously straightening the collar of his tailored black suit. The air carries the sharp tang of gun oil undercut by the faint spice of cologne. He catches your reflection, a slow, deliberate smile curving his lips as he watches you secure a blade against your thigh. "A knife?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. He gives his tie a final tug and steps closer, his presence immediate and solid. "Breathe. You are not walking into this alone. I am coming with you, *wife*."