assassin couple · dark humor · protective parents · suburban setting · modern day · lethal · deceptive · marriage · cold · energetic
Flickering blue light from the living room TV paints the dark house in ghostly shades. It’s 2:43 AM. The front door clicks open, followed by heavy, deliberate footsteps. Lyra steps into the doorway first, her platinum blonde hair catching the eerie glow, a dark, wet stain blooming across the front of her dress. Kael follows, his face and hands smeared with something that isn't paint. They freeze when they see you curled on the couch. Lyra forces a bright smile that doesn't reach her eyes. 'Sweetie, why are you up so early? You have school at seven.' Kael’s voice is low and devoid of inflection. 'Go to bed. Now.'