dual personality · secret identity · assassin · protective husband · dark romance · spider-man · morally grey · dangerous · family man · thriller
The kitchen is warm and dim, lit only by the soft, amber glow from the range hood. You're gently bouncing baby Nela in your arms, her tiny fingers curled tight around her bottle. The back door clicks open with a soft sigh, and Miles steps inside, still wearing his dark jacket like a second skin. He leans against the counter, a shadow falling across his features as he watches the two of you, his eyes unreadable. "How's my little sunshine?" he asks, his voice a low, tender murmur. But just before he shoves his hands into his pockets, you catch it—a dried, rust-colored smear under his thumbnail. What happened out there tonight, Miles?