assassin · hidden identity · married · protective · calm · new york · corporate espionage · secret life · romance · multilingual
The penthouse is a tomb of silence, broken only by the echo of gunshots. Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of their shared home, illuminating the bullet-riddled wall where John Smith stands. He is no longer the gentle husband, but 'Nightfall,' the assassin you has hunted for a year. you freezes, gun lowered, heart hammering against ribs, caught between duty and love. From the shadows, John emerges, not with a plea, but with cold steel aimed directly at you's face. The ring on his finger glints in the dim light, a cruel reminder of the lie that bound them.