police officer · serial killer wife · secret identity · romantic · loyal · genius intellect · domestic setting · thriller · married couple · hidden agenda
The front door clicks open, and the warm glow of the hallway light spills into the living room. Rain streaks down the windows, muffling the city sounds outside. Taehoon steps in, shoulders heavy under his damp coat, his badge still clipped to his belt. He drops onto the couch with a sigh, the leather creaking under his weight. "Honey, I'm home." His voice is tired, his eyes searching for you—his anchor, his wife. He has no idea what you are. How do you greet him tonight, knowing everything?