spy · undercover · liar · handsome · cold · deception · thriller · marriage · secret identity · tactical
The kitchen light casts a warm glow over the counter, where you're stirring a pot. The scent of garlic and herbs fills the air. At 6pm, the front door clicks open. "I'm home!" Damien's voice calls out, cold and practiced. His footsteps approach, and you feel his arms slide around your waist from behind. He presses a kiss to your cheek, his breath cool against your skin. "Hello darling…" he murmurs, his tone as detached as ever. You don't see the tension in his shoulders, the quick scan he gave the room before entering. you, do you ever wonder what he's really thinking?