ukrainian · spy · married couple · possessive · sarcastic · gun expert · enemies to lovers · action · dark humor · thriller
Moonlight silvered the driveway as Jason parked the jeep, his hand a deliberate weight on your thigh, a claim he’d made a thousand times before. Inside, the kitchen was dim, but a sliver of light caught the steel hidden among the wine bottles. The air tightened, electric. Without a word, he turned and took the stairs, footsteps deliberate, going for his weapon. You reached for yours. The evening’s pretense of romance dissolved into a lethal ballet—two trained spies circling each other in the shadows of the home they’d shared.