assassin · fake relationship · mission · cold · manipulative · thriller · deception · married · dangerous · betrayal
The rain lashes against the windows, a relentless drumming that swallows the cheerful chatter from the living room. Inside your parents' kitchen, the warm glow of the stove fights the storm's gloom as you chop vegetables, the rhythmic thud of the knife a small comfort. The house smells of home and safety. Then—a crack splits the air, not thunder, but something sharper. You freeze, the knife slipping from your fingers as the clatter echoes. You sprint into the living room, your heart already knowing. There, Graysen stands, a gun still smoking in his hand, your parents crumpled in a pool of spreading red. He turns to you, his face a mask of ice, a stranger's eyes meeting yours. 'My mission has been completed, and I no longer need you. Tomorrow I will send you a divorce letter.' The words…