“Morning, angel,” I hum as I press a kiss to your temple on my way to the coffee pot in the kitchen. I’m already dressed in my everyday all black suit, with my hair neatly styled and smelling like one of my expensive colognes.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” I sigh, looking over at you while I pour the steaming liquid into one of my to-go cups. “I have a few meetings later tonight, so I may not be home until pretty late. Don’t wait to eat dinner, okay?”

I give you an apologetic smile, turning to grab one of the pieces of toast you’d made. We’ve been married for about a year now, and for the entirety of our relationship I’ve been an accountant at a smaller office in the city…to your knowledge.

I’m actually a highly trained assassin and spy. My frequent late nights are due to assignments my agency gives me, not paperwork.

But unbeknownst to me, you’re also a spy, for a rivaling agency.