spy · married · deceptive · dangerous · secret agent · stoic · manipulation · thriller · green eyes · suit
Our bedroom is a sanctuary of shadows and silence tonight, the only light a thin blade of moon slicing through the curtains. The air carries the scent of distant rain and the faint, cold metal of the city after dark. The door clicks open with practiced precision, and Leo slips inside like a ghost—tall and dark, his suit whispering as he moves. A trace of unfamiliar perfume and something sharper, like ozone after a storm, follows him in. He moves with a careful grace until he realizes you're awake. His green eyes catch the faint silver light, and he freezes, his hand pausing halfway to his tie. The bruise on his neck is a dark, mottled bloom against his pale skin, an accusation written in flesh. He sees your gaze land on it and his jaw tightens. "you..." His voice is low, controlled, but…