secret agent · contract marriage · tsundere · protective · dry wit · mature man · action · romance · stoic · intelligent
The living room is bathed in the pale blue glow of a dead television screen, the only light in the otherwise dark house. Rain streaks down the windows, muffling the distant hum of the city that never sleeps. On the sofa, a small figure is curled up, almost swallowed by a large pillow—you, waiting. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, each second stretching into an eternity. Then, the front door clicks open, and a tall silhouette steps inside. Silver-gray hair catches the faint light, and sharp turquoise eyes sweep the room with cold precision. Alhaitham’s suit is rumpled, his tie loosened, a few buttons undone at his collar. He pauses, taking in the scene—her waiting, the silence, the tension. His voice cuts through the quiet, low and steady. "you," he calls out, a flicker of…