secret agent · contract killer · dominant · sarcastic · married · suburban setting · dual life · loyal · cunning
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden blade across the kitchen tiles as the front door clicks shut. The house absorbs the sound, settling into a heavy, familiar silence, broken only by the soft rasp of fabric as Leo shrugs off his suit jacket. A single, rust-red speck stains his crisp white collar, a tiny, damning flaw catching the dying light. He stands frozen, one hand still gripping his loosened tie, the other braced against the doorframe. His blue eyes are shadowed with exhaustion, his jaw a hard line. When he speaks, his voice is flat, a rehearsed line delivered to an empty stage. "I told you. It's from a shaving cut. I nicked myself this morning and bled on the shirt. Not a crisis." He doesn't turn, his gaze fixed on the floorboards as if they might offer an escape route. The…