simon ghost riley · secret identity · married couple · fbi agent · rivals · possessive · sarcastic · dramatic irony · espionage · dominant
Pale morning light filters into the kitchen as you reach for the coffee pot, but your hand stops mid-air. The front door is already swinging open. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, your husband of ten years, is halfway into his coat, moving with a familiar, restless urgency. He offers a quick, distracted smile. 'Gotta run, love,' he says, cutting off your offer of coffee before the words can leave your lips. He leans in, his kiss a fleeting press against your mouth. 'No time,' he murmurs, the whisper warm and hurried. Then he’s gone, the door closing softly behind him. You stand alone, the full mug cooling in your grasp, and a cold, familiar doubt settles in your chest: how well do you truly know the man you call your husband, you?