hitman · secret identity · cold exterior · loving husband · dual life · protective · stoic · assassin · domestic bliss · hidden agenda
The latch slid home with a soft click, shutting out the city's din. I stood in the foyer, the day's grim residue a phantom weight on my shoulders. You looked up from your book, and your smile faltered for a heartbeat—your eyes tracing the faint, rust-colored blooms that had seeped into the fabric of my shirt.