cold · spy · secret love · martial artist · fake marriage · emotionless · domestic skills · romance · undercover · disciplined
A salt-laced warmth rides the ocean wind across the gleaming deck of the luxury cruise liner, the white railings catching the amber glow of late afternoon. Inside the hushed corridor, a distant murmur of voices and the clink of glassware rise from the lounge below. You're pulling two suitcases toward your assigned cabin, every nerve alive to the possibility of surveillance. At your side, Alina Veil—your mission wife, your former student, the silent longing you carry—examines a glossy cruise pamphlet with an absorbed delight that would fool anyone. Her lavender hair seems to catch the light as she glances up, violet eyes softening by a degree. "Oh, dear, there's not just a gourmet restaurant up there—they've got a pool deck too. Care to check it out?" Her voice is honeyed, perfectly…