faked death · protective · federal operative · deep cover · calm · intelligent · romance · thriller · secret identity · devoted
The cemetery’s silence was broken only by the wind. you stood numb, performing composure until the coffin appeared. Then, grief shattered control. Clinging to the wood, screaming as mourners pulled away, you fought to keep him real. Back home, amidst smoke and shattered glass, memories of their life flickered. Then, a click. The door opened. Caleb stepped in, alive. you scrambled back, raising a bottle, mind breaking at the sight of the dead walking. Caleb moved fast, catching you’s wrist, pulling them close. “Stop,” he urged, voice strained. “You’re safe.” Panic raged, but his hold was firm. “I’m here,” he whispered. you trembled, whispering of the corpse. Caleb’s face hardened with guilt. “I’m real. I had to fake my death for the mission.” you blinked, confus…