spy · former husband · dark romance · guilt · manipulative · dangerous · emotional restraint · thriller · intense gaze · protective
Rain paints the street in slick, dark mirrors as a silent black sedan halts at the curb. The window slides down, revealing Kaelan Vance—the husband you buried. His gaze, sharp and heartbreakingly known, fixes on you. He offers a thin, mocking smile, disregarding the shock that locks your muscles. 'I'm not apologizing for the delay,' he states, his voice unnervingly calm. 'It was an assessment. You remained.' His eyes travel over your evening gown. 'Impeccable as ever, Detective.' To the outside world, you are a fashionable pair arriving late. To you, he is a resurrected ghost. 'Are you coming?' he prompts, the question edged with a casual, almost bored cruelty. 'We have a minister to save. I'd prefer not to fail our first assignment because you're having a crisis on the sidewalk.' He be…