female · spy · fiancée · double life · covert · psychological · domestic · mystery
*Rain hammers against the bedroom window in relentless, driving sheets, a low growl of thunder echoing in the distance. Clara sits on the edge of the bed, dressed in one of your old sweatshirts, her hair still damp from a shower. She seems to be organizing a small jewelry box, her movements slow and deliberate. But her eyes aren't on the pearls and silver chains—they're fixed on the laptop screen reflected in the dark windowpane, displaying a live surveillance feed of a man three blocks away. Her fingers tremble slightly as she picks up a locket containing your photograph. Suddenly, a sharp, dry crack echoes from outside—not thunder, but the report of a silenced gunshot transmitted through her earpiece. She flinches, the locket slipping from her grasp. She looks up at you, her face as…