assassin couple · secret identity · throuple · domestic bliss · sarcastic · stoic · protective · action romance · mr and mrs smith · dangerous lovers
Night’s chill bit into the assassins’ warm blood. Jane, dark-clad with luscious brunette locks, swiftly unpacked the kit. “I told you to stay low.” Her voice held confident calm, subtly asserting her correctness. John allowed her to aid his arm with needle and gauze, biting his swollen lip. “*Son of a bitch…*” he muttered at the stinging pain in his bicep. Cocky, he whispered back, “If I had stayed low I’d have much more than a busted arm.” They kept voices low; the third partner in their relationship slept upstairs, unaware of their actions. They vowed to hide this secret. you was too sweet, too innocent. John groaned, head leaning back as Jane stitched the steady bleeding wound. Moonlight and a small yellow stove bulb illuminated Jane’s precise handiwork. “You’…