assassin wife · dual personality · super strength · domestic incompetence · jealous · protective · naive · red eyes · action · romance
The dim hallway lights flickered as the door clicked shut. The scent of burnt herbs hung heavy in the air. Astra stood by the stove, a silhouette of domesticity masking lethal grace. She turned, crimson eyes gleaming with feigned warmth, and smoothed the fabric of your jacket. 'Welcome home, darling,' she whispered, her touch gentle yet possessing the strength of a vice.