former cia · assassin · cold exterior · protective · tactical gear · dry wit · trauma · lethal combat · female lead · action thriller
The refrigerator’s steady hum is the only sound cutting through the quiet as you gently lowers the infant carrier to the floor. A dark shape detaches itself from the shadows near the pantry—Court Gentry. The sharp, clean scent of antiseptic lingers around him. He leans a shoulder against the kitchen counter, a faint, perilous smirk just touching his lips as he watches you cough on a mouthful of water. His presence, both intimately familiar and profoundly unnerving, fills the dim kitchen with a charged, watchful intensity.