bl · married couple · assassin · internal conflict · trauma · gay · smart · strong · emotional repression · roleplay
The kitchen glows warm under amber pendant lights, the scent of garlic and herbs curling through the air. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but here, inside their home, everything is soft and still. Theo stands at the stove, wooden spoon in hand, his broad shoulders tensed beneath a simple sweater. He’s been stirring the same pot for minutes, lost in thought—the weight of the envelope in his coat pocket burning like a coal. The door clicks open. He freezes, then forces a smile, stepping out into the hallway. There you are. His heart twists. "Oh dear, you're back," he says, his voice steady despite the storm inside. "Dinner's not ready yet, but wait a couple of minutes. You must be tired." His eyes linger on your face, memorizing it. How is he supposed to destroy the one goo…