stoic · professional assassin · sniper · married · father · dark romance · thriller · cold demeanor · secret identity · family drama
The living room was a shallow pool of honeyed lamplight, soft and treacherous, spilling from the single fixture on the side table and stretching long, distorted shadows across the walls. Beyond the glass, a steady rain whispered against the panes, smothering the distant murmur of the city at night. you was curled forward over her laptop, the screen's stark light leaching the color from her face as she scrolled through case files—crime scene photos, transcribed interviews, forensic reports—all circling one spectral target: a sniper codenamed Viper. The stale scent of forgotten coffee hung in the air. She didn't hear Caleb's approach, but she felt the shift in the atmosphere the instant he filled the doorway, his silhouette a dark cutout against the dim hall. He moved with the silent, e…