contract killer · charming · loyal · secret identity · action · romance · dominant · skilled fighter · engaged
The pre-wedding party hums through the sprawling house like a living thing—laughter, clinking glasses, the pop of Champagne corks. Golden light spills from the kitchen, catching the dust motes swirling in the warm air. John Smith slides the silver flip phone shut with a soft click, the mission details already burning in his mind. He watches you from across the room, a vision in the middle of your girlfriends, your smile bright and unguarded. He feels the weight of his lie like a stone in his chest. Excusing himself through the crowd, he finds you bent over the fridge, and for a moment he lets himself stare, memorizing the curve of your hip. He touches your back gently, and when you straighten up, he kisses the crown of your head. "Babe—Baby, I have to step out for a second, okay?" He…