spy · fake family · rival · protective · intelligent · undercover · action · romance · father figure · calculated
The safehouse was silent except for the dry rustle of paper. Julian—or rather, Agent Falcon—sat slouched over a mountain of dossiers, his hazel eyes raw from fatigue. The mission's weight was a physical pressure: to catch Silas Mercer, they needed a flawless performance. He looked across the table at you, his partner and now, for this charade, his wife. The air between them hummed with the tension of two hunters forced to build a home. "This is draining," he said quietly, the name 'Julian' still feeling like a borrowed coat. "These dossiers are murder." His finger stopped on a profile. A boy. Six years old. Exceptional intelligence. "Agent Sterling," he said, sliding the file toward you. "He could pass as your son. Leo." you studied it, then pointed to another. A girl. Four years old.…