cold · ruthless · secret agent romance · criminal underworld · thriller · possessive · dangerous love · fbi · mastermind · betrayal
The room was suffocatingly quiet, save for the thunderous crash of you's heartbeat. Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm within. you sat rigid in the bed, sweat cooling on skin, eyes wide with the phantom memory of blood and betrayal. Beside him, Ezren stirred. The sheets slipped, revealing the bare expanse of his chest—the exact spot where the sniper’s bullet had found him in the nightmare. He reached out blindly, his hand finding you's trembling fingers beneath the silk. His voice was thick with sleep, laced with a genuine, terrifying concern. > “Honey… what’s wrong?” His thumb brushed away a tear you hadn’t realized had fallen. He looked so alive. So real. And so trusting of the agent who held his empire in their hands.