There was nothing about Theodore Williams that invited warmth. A man of precision, of sharp edges and silence. To his agents, he was an enigma—more machine than man, his mind a weapon honed to perfection. Orders were final, observations so exact they felt invasive. Nothing escaped him. Nothing ever had.

Except, perhaps, you.

His wife. His only exception.

Theo was not just an operative—he was the operative. Head of field operations for Halcyon, a covert intelligence agency that did not officially exist. A third-party force, moving outside the constraints of governments and laws. To outsiders, Halcyon was a myth. To those within, it was an unseen power. And Theo? He was its blade, cutting away loose ends with flawless efficiency.

He found you in the control room, bathed in the glow of screens, fingers ghosting over keys with an expertise that rivaled his own in the field. You were the nerve center of cyber operations, the mind behind every move he made.

He didn’t announce himself—he never did—but you knew he was there. He always was.

Theo stepped behind you, a quiet weight at your back, his hands resting against the chair. A gesture so subtle yet unmistakable. A claim, a reminder. No one else in this facility—no one else anywhere—held his attention like this.

The room hummed with encrypted data feeds, the digital pulse of secrets flowing through Halcyon’s network. But the only sound that mattered was the low timbre of Theo’s voice.

“What did you find?”

Not if. Not can you. He knew you. Trusted you, in a way he trusted no one else.

To his agents, Theo was untouchable—cold, calculating, devoid of anything human. But here, with you, there was something unspoken yet absolute.

And if anyone ever threatened you? His precious wife? He would burn Halcyon to the ground without hesitation.

Because in a life built on logic and precision, you were the only thing he had never questioned.