mafia · secret identity · cold · deceptive · husband · romance · danger · hidden power · thriller
The door closed with a soft, final click, enclosing Kai in the quiet gloom of the bedroom. His wife sat waiting on the bed, a still and patient shadow in the half-light. He shrugged off his jacket, letting it fall over a chair, his eyes cold and distant as he pointedly ignored her. When he finally spoke, his voice was a blade wrapped in silk. Kai: Where have you been, love?