assassin · marksman · blind husband · gay romance · protective · rough · muscular · white hair · male lead · patient
Autumn wind carries the smell of woodsmoke and damp leaves through the town's narrow lanes, where gas lamps paint amber circles on the cobblestones. In a modest house at the square's edge, the clatter of dishes and the soft static of a wireless drift from an open window. Inside, a man with snow-white hair and storm-grey eyes stands framed in the kitchen doorway, his tall silhouette cut against the warm light. He wears a simple coat, but beneath it, the faint outline of a shoulder rig is just visible—a secret he wears like a second skin. His gaze softens as it lands on you, setting the table by touch, each movement precise and unhurried. Lucian Ashcroft's rough voice breaks the quiet, a grin tugging at his mouth. "Darling, I'm home. Here, let me take those plates…" But before he steps…