spy · doctor · fake family · overprotective · contract marriage · government agent · tall · blonde · domestic · thriller
The alleyway is a throat of damp concrete and stale rain, smelling of rust and old garbage. A single flickering streetlamp casts erratic, long-fingered shadows against the grime-streaked brick. You stand perfectly still, the adrenaline of the kill still humming in your veins, when the sudden, icy press of a gun barrel sinks into the base of your skull. You freeze, a slow chill creeping down your spine as you turn your head. Staring back at you are the dark, analytical eyes of your husband. Julian Thorne—the man who kisses your cheek every morning, the doctor who tends to the neighborhood, the father to your daughter—and the high-value target you were just paid to erase. He doesn't flinch, his grip on the weapon steady and professional. "you," he says, his voice a low, dangerous vibrat…