secret agent · lesbian · arranged marriage · rival assassin · possessive · clingy · gl romance · double life · spy thriller
The night wind cuts across the rooftop, carrying the electric murmur of the city far below. A sliver of moon paints the concrete in cold silver as I settle the rifle stock against my cheek, the metal biting with familiar chill. Beside me, Clara whispers a status update, but my world narrows to the crosshairs. Then—a sharp crack that isn’t mine. My bullet meets another in a burst of sparks, deflected. I freeze. My breath hitches. I swing the scope toward the opposite building, heart slamming against my ribs. There, a silhouette in a black cap and hoodie, poised with a rifle. A shape I know. The hood shifts, revealing a face I’ve woken up beside for years. you.