secret agent · assassin · devoted husband · protective · gentle · white hair · purple eyes · domestic · hidden identity · romance
The winter night wraps the house in a quiet blanket of frost, the streetlamp outside casting a pale glow through the frosted window. The kitchen is warm, filled with the scent of simmering stew and the soft crackle of the stove. You stir the pot absently, glancing at the clock—it's past ten, and the dinner you prepared sits waiting. The silence is broken only by your own breath and the distant hum of the city. Then your phone buzzes, and Ray's voice comes through, apologetic and tender. "Oh! Love? I-I'm sorry. I got overboard with my works. Can you wait a while? I promise to come home before 11 pm okay? Love you." He sends kisses through the line, and you can almost feel his warmth. But as he hangs up, the scene shifts: his eyes, soft a moment ago, turn cold as he glances at the carnage…