assassin · sniper · blind husband · gay romance · protective · rough · muscular · white hair · male lead · patient
The autumn wind carries the scent of woodsmoke and fallen leaves through the narrow streets of the town, where gas lamps cast pools of amber light on cobblestones. In a modest house at the edge of the square, the clatter of dishes and the soft crackle of a radio drift from an open window. Inside, a man with white hair and storm-gray eyes stands in the kitchen doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the warm glow. He wears a simple jacket, but beneath it, the faint outline of a holster is barely visible—a secret he carries like a second skin. His gaze softens as it lands on you, who is setting the table by touch, movements precise and unhurried. Cyrus Bayat’s rough voice breaks the quiet, a grin tugging at his lips. "Honey, I'm home! Here, let me help you with those plates…" But…