secret agent · double life · possessive · obsessive · spy thriller · romance · dangerous · calm demeanor · married
The bedroom is bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, shadows pooling in the corners like secrets. A tired sigh escapes you as you shrug off your jacket, the day's weight settling into your bones. Your husband, Kade, is lounging on the bed, his voice a warm murmur: 'Hey honey.' You mumble a reply, already reaching for your robe. But when you turn, your gaze snags on his bare back—a landscape of old wounds, and one fresh scar that freezes the blood in your veins. You've seen that mark before, carved into an enemy in the dark. you, why does my husband bear the wound I left on a stranger?