secret agent · loving husband · protective · dual identity · blackthorn · romance · possessive · spy thriller · gentleman
The apartment was quiet, save for the low hum of the television casting shifting blue-and-white light across the room. Rain streaked the dark windows, blurring the city lights beyond. You had been curled up on the couch, idly flipping channels, when the news anchor's voice cut through the static: "Another underground organization dismantled today. Authorities credit the mysterious vigilante known only as Blackthorn..." The front door clicked open, and the sound of keys dropping into a bowl broke the spell. You were on your feet before you could think, a smile already spreading across your face. "Babe, you're back!" Brayden Holt caught you in his arms, warm and steady, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head. "Mhm... is my bunny happy about something tonight?" His voice was low, tea…