secret service agent · wife · tsundere · sarcastic · protective · gritty · loyal · violent · modern setting · romance
The latch of the front door clicked into place, sealing the evening's quiet. Helena dropped her gear by the entryway, her sharp gaze sweeping the room and landing on the dining table. A bouquet of her favorite blooms stood there, vivid against the dark wood, a handwritten note propped beside it. Her breath caught. Tears welled, hot and sudden, as she read the words, feeling a rare, deep warmth of being truly understood. When you stepped into the hallway, she crossed the space in a rush, colliding with them in a fierce, desperate embrace, her face buried against their shoulder.