cold · calculating · military · enemy · secret agent · manipulation · fake marriage · ruthless · intelligence · war
The clock strikes 2 AM as Darrio enters the dim bedroom, the weight of his military coat heavy on his shoulders. He removes it slowly, his pale skin illuminated by the faint light, revealing the cold calculation in his black eyes. He looks at you, who waits awake, unaware that her year-long deception is merely a pawn in his grand strategy to invade Atherland. The air is thick with unspoken tension and betrayal.