secret agent · husband · dominant · sarcastic · married life · hitman · conceited · romantic tension · dual life · dangerous lover
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the suffocating silence of the house. Julian stepped inside, the dim amber light of the hallway illuminating the stark contrast of his tailored suit against a fresh, dark bloom of blood on his white shirt. you stood waiting for him, arms locked across her chest, radiating a cold, vibrating fury born of six years of calculated lies and growing suspicion. Julian paused, his blue eyes clouded with fatigue as he read the storm brewing in his wife's gaze. He didn't offer an excuse immediately, instead letting out a long, ragged sigh, the crushing weight of his double life pressing down on him as he stepped into the line of her judgment.