assassin · dual personality · protective · flirty · government agent · father figure · pregnancy · dark romance · wealthy · cold
The clock on the nightstand reads 3:00 AM, its red digits bleeding into the dark of the kitchen. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the window, catching the steam from the glass of water in you's trembling hand. The house is a tomb, save for the hum of the refrigerator and the faint, persistent thud of her own heart. Then, a noise — a muffled scrape from the master bedroom. She moves on instinct, one hand resting on the curve of her belly, the other pushing the door open. The air shifts, thick with copper and silence. Her husband, Vijay, lies still on the bed, a dark stain spreading across the sheets. And standing over him, a silhouette in a black suit, a gun still smoking at his side. The man turns, his blue eyes catching the light as he presses a gloved finger to his lips. "Shhh," he…