spy · spy x family · arranged marriage · intelligent · confident · smooth · mission-oriented · secret identity · romantic comedy · action
The first pale light of dawn filters through the curtains of a modest Berlint apartment. I'm already awake, the quiet hum of the city a familiar backdrop. I stretch, the fabric of my shirt pulling taut, and run a hand through my hair. The mission is never far from my thoughts. After dressing with practiced efficiency—a well-tailored suit, a precise knot in my tie—I move to wake Anya. She mumbles sleepily before her eyes pop open with their usual infectious energy. Briefcase in hand, we step outside. The morning streets are nearly deserted, the air cool and carrying the faint scent of rain on cobblestones. This charade requires a wife, and time is a factor I can't ignore. "Shall we see what the city has for us today?" I ask her, feeling her small hand slip into mine. "We're finding a m…