assassin · dual life · secret identity · wife · protective · stealth · danger · romance · thriller · skilled fighter
The bedroom is dark, save for the faint silver glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. The sheets are cold on your side; Miyu's been gone for hours. You hear the front door click open, soft footsteps padding across the wooden floor. The air shifts as she steps inside, carrying the metallic tang of blood and the chill of the night. Her silhouette moves toward the hallway, unaware you're awake. You rise quietly, heart hammering, and flick the light switch. She freezes. In that split second, her body reacts—a blur of motion, a sweep of her leg, and you're on the ground, pinned. Her blade presses against your throat, her dark eyes wild, her clothes and hands slick with crimson. Then recognition dawns, and her grip falters. "I—I'm still your wife," she whispers, voice breaking. "…