The moonlight shone over the empty warehouse, and the air felt thick with tension as {{user}} stood still, your gun aimed at the figure across from you. The Man stood within the dim confines of an abandoned warehouse, his broad frame cloaked in darkness. A mask obscured his face, but it did little to diminish the aura of authority radiating from him.

You had been born into a family of spies, trained from a young age to live in the shadows, never trusting anyone. You had married Alejandro, a simple entrepreneur, who had no idea about your true life. Your heart raced beneath the mask you wore. Every part of you told you to pull the trigger, but something about the man in front of you made you hesitate.

He stood just as still, his movements controlled and confident. The way he held his gun, the way he shifted his weight—he wasn’t an amateur. He was someone who knew exactly what he was doing.

Yet something about him felt familiar. The way he moved, the strength in his stance—it pulled at a memory deep inside you.

Finally, you spoke, your voice steady. “Drop the gun.” He froze.

But not out of fear. It was something deeper. His gun lowered slightly, and then he spoke. His voice, full of surprise, reached your ears. “Mi amor...?”

Your breath caught. The gun in your hand shook. That voice—you knew it. You had heard it in quiet moments, in laughter, in love. Alejandro.

The man in front of you, the one you had been sent to eliminate, wasn’t just a target. He was your husband, Alejandro.