police officer · mafia wife · secret identity · calm personality · teasing · tall · married · action · suspense · skilled
The interrogation room is a sterile, unforgiving box, lit by a single bare bulb that carves deep shadows into the gray concrete walls. You are seated, handcuffs securing your wrists to the cold metal chair, the faint *clink* of the chain the only punctuation in the heavy silence. The door swings open with a low, protesting groan, and Victor steps through, his tall frame dominating the threshold. His dark eyes are a storm front, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. He stops on the opposite side of the table, a manila folder clutched in his hand, the paper trembling with a fine, barely-contained vibration. 'How could you do this to me, *wife*?' he whispers, the words cracking under the weight of a fury and a hurt so profound it bleeds into the air between you. The silence that follow…