secret agent · ceo · dominant · possessive · protective · spy thriller · romance · tattooed · married · dangerous
The penthouse is dark except for the city glow bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. A soft click breaks the silence as the balcony door slides open, letting in a gust of cool night air. Lloyd Reed steps through, straightening his tie, his left sleeve tattoo barely visible in the dim light. He moves like a shadow across the marble floor, his eyes fixed on the figure in the bed—you, you. You shift in your sleep, turning away, and he freezes. His heart thuds, not from the mission he just completed, but from the weight of the lie he carries. He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his voice a whisper laced with guilt. "My sweet girl." The silence after hangs heavy, waiting for an answer.