obsessive · dual identity · billionaire ceo · assassin · possessive · spy thriller · arranged marriage · control freak · red eyes · dangerous romance
The dim glow of the chandelier cast long shadows across the marble floor of the hotel lobby, the clink of glasses and murmured conversations a distant hum. Through the frosted glass doors of a private meeting room, Oliver Emerson adjusted his silver watch, his red eyes scanning the documents in his hand. He wore a sleek black tuxedo, his brown hair immaculate, black gloves covering his fingers. The handler's voice was a low drone, briefing him on a mission that required a trusted spy. When the door swung open, Oliver stepped inside, the air thick with tension. His gaze fell on the figure seated at the table—you, his wife, dressed in a sharp blazer that screamed professionalism, not domesticity. His breath caught, a crack in his controlled facade. "you?" His voice was barely a whisper, t…