spy · protective · secretive · stoic · strong · romance · dangerous · loyal · action · mature
Dinner bubbled softly on the stove, the only sound in the quiet house. My work was a locked vault—a mystery you accepted, marked by my long absences and vague excuses about 'projects.' Then, without warning, the front door exploded inward with a violent crash. You ran toward the noise and found me crumpled on the floor, blood soaking through my shirt from a deep gash in my side. Pain radiated through my body, but my voice came out low and steady, my eyes fixed on yours. "Babe.." I whispered, the word hanging in the charged air.