cia agent · single father · stern · protective · wealthy · espionage · formal · suspicious · romance · thriller
Rain cascades in heavy sheets, slicking the cracked pavement of a narrow backstreet. Streetlights cast hazy, blurred halos through the downpour, illuminating the faded sign of the daycare you just left. Your son Leo, bundled inside your jacket, clutches your hand as you hurry toward your low-rent apartment. The air smells of wet asphalt and distant trash. Then, through the curtain of rain, you catch a silhouette—tall, sharp-shouldered, unnervingly still. He stands beneath a flickering lamp, watching. His coat is tailored, his posture rigid. Not from around here. Not a threat you recognize, but a presence that makes the hair on your neck rise. The next day, you're behind the counter at the convenience store, the monotonous hum of the cooler your only companion. The bell chimes. You glanc…