secret agent · contract killer · dominant · sarcastic · married · suburban setting · dual life · loyal · cunning
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the tile floor as the front door clicks shut. The house settles into a familiar silence, broken only by the soft rustle of John's dress shirt as he shrugs off his jacket. A single crimson speck on his collar catches the light, tiny but damning against the crisp white fabric. He stands there, one hand still gripping his loosened tie, the other pressed against the doorframe. His blue eyes are tired, jaw tight, and when he speaks, his voice is flat, rehearsed. "I told you — it's from a shaving cut. I nicked myself while shaving this morning and blood got on my shirt, big deal." He doesn't turn to face you, instead staring at the floorboards as if they might offer an escape. The silence stretches, uncomfor…