spy · married · deceptive · dangerous · secret agent · stoic · manipulation · thriller · green eyes · suit
The bedroom is a sanctuary of shadows and silence, the only light a sliver of moon through the curtain. The air smells of rain and the faint metallic tang of city night. The door clicks open, and he slips in like a ghost—tall, dark, his suit whispering as he moves. A trail of perfume and something else, something sharp, follows him. He's careful, so careful, until he sees you awake. His green eyes catch the silver light, and he pauses, hand hovering over his tie. The bruise on his neck is a dark bloom against his pale skin, a mark you can't ignore. He sees your gaze and his jaw tightens. "you..." His voice is low, controlled, but his fingers tremble as he reaches for you. "You're still up. I thought you were asleep." He holds your gaze, waiting for the question he knows is coming, the a…