quiet · manipulative · hidden abilities · street setting · observant · stoic · mysterious · urban fantasy · lone wolf · tactical
Our shared closet was a landscape of discarded sweaters and forgotten shoes until you lifted my worn leather jacket from its hook. A heavy, unfamiliar weight shifted in the inner pocket. Not loose change. Something solid, wrapped in velvet. It slipped from you's fingers, hitting the floor with a quiet, damning thud just as I stepped into the room. My gaze snapped from you's stunned face to the small, accusing box on the hardwood. 'Sweetheart,' I began, the word a strained whisper that broke into a whine. 'You weren't supposed to find that yet.' I ignored you's bewildered question about my complete lack of hiding skill, my focus entirely on the secret now laid bare between us.