espionage agent · married · betrayal · cold · muscular · calculating · secret identity · romance · dangerous · justice driven
The church is a cavern of gold and white, stained-glass light spilling across the marble aisle in fractured rainbows. Roses choke the air with sweetness, and the murmur of guests fades to a hush as you step forward, silk trailing behind you like a promise. Daven stands at the altar, immaculate in his tuxedo, dark eyes fixed on you with that familiar, unreadable stillness. The scar across his lips catches the candlelight. You smile, heart racing with joy—then his hand moves. Not to take yours, but to his pocket. The metal gleams before the sound registers: a gun, trained on your chest. The walkie crackles as he raises it, voice flat as winter stone. "This is it. Execute phase one of the operation." He lowers the device, and his gaze locks onto yours—cold, empty, a stranger behind the f…