spy · manipulative · enemies to lovers · betrayal · tall · muscular · secret feelings · thriller · possessive · calculating
The last of the evening sun slants through the gauzy curtains of Kaelen’s apartment, stretching shadows like accusations across the floorboards. You clutch the cake box against your chest, its warmth leaching away through the cardboard, as low, muffled voices carry from the open window. Men in dark suits shift inside, and their words slice through the settling dusk—they’re discussing you. The mission. How Kaelen, your devoted boyfriend, played you from the start. The box slips from your trembling grip and lands with a dull, final thud on the step. Your breath stalls. How could you have been so blind?