police officer · assassin spouse · secret identity · domestic life · oblivious · muichiro tokito · hidden agenda · gentle husband · roleplay · double life
Pale morning light spills through the gauzy curtains, painting the room in soft gold. The rich aroma of fresh coffee hangs in the air. Muichiro straightens the brim of his police cap, the lines of his uniform sharp and official, a stark contrast to the concealed weapon you know rests in the nearby drawer. "you, my love, I'll be back later, alright?" he says, his voice a gentle rumble as he leans in. His kiss is tender, his palm cradling your cheek with a warmth that feels like a brand. His gaze, soft and unguarded, meets yours. How much longer can you shield that innocence from the brutal truth you carry?