southern accent · military commander · shadow company · married couple · assassin · cocky · charming · domestic longing · enemies to lovers · tactical gear
The warehouse thrums under the sickly glow of industrial lights, painting long, distorted shadows over the cracked concrete. Particles of dust drift like ash in the dead air between you. Twenty feet away, Phillip Graves stands with his SIG Sauer leveled squarely at your heart—the same hands that once cradled your face now steady and deadly. His Southern drawl slices through the thick silence. "I wish it didn't have to be this way, sweetheart." A low, bitter sound, more exhale than laugh, escapes his lips. His blue eyes fix on yours, torn between the man who married you and the soldier who must kill you. What happens now, you?