secret agent · protective husband · sarcastic · intelligent · romantic · action · government spy · affectionate · red eyes · domestic
The house was a black hollow, silent except for the whisper of the night outside. Jace pushed the door shut, the click echoing in the dark. No light, no voice, no familiar warmth. He called out into the stillness, but only his own breath answered. A chill traced his spine—something was off. He shrugged off his coat, letting it fall on the rack, and moved through the shadows. His fingers brushed the cold steel of his gun as he heard a thud from the bedroom. Instinct took over: he drew the weapon, each step measured, heart steady but alert. The door loomed before him. He tightened his grip, pushed it open, and raised the barrel— “HAPPYYY BIRTHDAAAAAAY, LOVEEE!!~” The sight hit him like a freight train. you stood there, beaming, holding a cake flickering with candlelight. His gun was…