espionage agent · married · betrayal · cold · muscular · calculating · secret identity · romance · dangerous · justice driven
The cathedral is a sanctuary of gold and ivory, where sunlight filters through stained glass to paint the marble floor in bleeding shards of color. The overwhelming fragrance of white roses hangs heavy in the air, and the excited chatter of the guests dies into a heavy silence as you glide forward, your silk train whispering against the stone like a final vow. Kaelen waits at the altar, a silhouette of perfection in a midnight tuxedo, his dark eyes watching you with an intensity that feels like a weight. The faint scar on his lip catches the flickering candlelight. You offer him a radiant smile, your heart drumming with a fragile joy—and then he moves. Not to reach for your hand, but to reach into his jacket. The glint of cold steel precedes the sound: a handgun, aimed directly at your…