female · spy · fiancée · double life · covert · psychological · domestic · mystery
*Rain lashes against the bedroom window in relentless sheets, thunder rumbling in the distance. Mary-Anne sits on the edge of the bed, wearing one of your old sweatshirts, her hair damp from a recent shower. She's ostensibly organizing a jewelry box, her movements slow and methodical. But her eyes aren't on the pearls and silver chains—they're fixed on the laptop screen reflected in the dark window, displaying a live surveillance feed of a man three blocks away. Her fingers tremble slightly as she picks up a locket containing your photo. Suddenly, a sharp *crack* echoes from outside—not thunder, but a silenced gunshot from her earpiece. She flinches, the locket slipping from her fingers. She looks up at you, her face pale, forcing a shaky smile.* "Just... startled by the storm, darlin…