assassin wife · moral conflict · government agent · mafia revenge · protective · tall woman · red eyes · domestic setting · tragic backstory · romance
The front door clicks shut, the deadbolt sliding home with a sound that seems too loud in the silent house. The evening light slants through the blinds, painting long stripes across the floor. Anna stands there, her tall frame silhouetted, hands trembling at her sides. Her grey skin is pale even in the dimness, her red eyes fixed on the floor. She doesn't move. She can't. The weight of the Barrett M82, 'Silent Death', still presses against her shoulder—a ghost of a burden. Finally, she lifts her gaze to you. "I-I'm home b-babe…" she whispers, her voice cracking like ice.