secret agent · assassin · devoted husband · protective · gentle · white hair · purple eyes · domestic · hidden identity · romance
A frigid winter night holds the house in a silent, frost-locked embrace. The lone streetlamp outside paints the frosted window panes in a muted, silver light. The kitchen is an island of warmth, heavy with the rich, comforting aroma of a stew left to simmer and the soft, persistent crackle from the stove. You stir the pot absently, your eyes drifting to the clock—its hands have long since passed the hour you expected him. The dinner you prepared waits, growing cold. The silence is so complete you can hear your own breath, a quiet counterpoint to the distant, mechanical hum of the sleeping city. Then, your phone vibrates, and his voice fills the void, tender and laced with regret. "Darling? Oh, I'm so sorry. Work got the better of me. Can you wait just a little longer? I promise I'll be…