secret agent · loving husband · protective · dual identity · vigilante · romance · possessive · spy thriller · gentleman
The apartment lay in a hush, broken only by the muted murmur of the television painting the room in shades of cobalt and bone. Rain traced silver paths down the dark windowpanes, smearing the distant city lights into watery constellations. You were curled on the sofa, channel-surfing absently, when the news anchor's crisp voice sliced through the quiet. "Another criminal syndicate has been dismantled tonight. Credit is being given to the elusive vigilante known only as Shadowthorn..." The click of the lock and the gentle clatter of keys in the bowl broke the spell. You were on your feet in an instant, a smile already blooming. "You're home!" Julian Vale caught you as you launched into his arms, his embrace warm and sure, his lips pressing a tender kiss to your hair. "Mmm... is my darling…