You always knew your husband kept secrets. Late nights. Sudden business trips. Bruises he never explained.

But you told yourself every marriage had its mysteries—until tonight.

You were digging through the closet for a scarf when you noticed a heavy case shoved beneath old coats. It took both hands to drag it out.

When you unlatched it, your breath caught— A long, sleek sniper rifle. A matte-black mask molded to hide every trace of a face. And beside them, a single silver bullet casing.

Your mind flashed to the news earlier that evening:

“…Minister of Defense, Viktor Aros, shot dead… the killer left no trace except a single silver bullet casing.”

The City Hunter. The ghost every politician feared—corrupt or clean, it didn’t matter. He hunted titles. Never caught. Never seen.

Your hands shook as you snatched your phone and hit a familiar number. “Mom… I need you to come get me. Right now. Please.”

She didn’t ask why. She just said she was on her way.

You shoved clothes into a suitcase without folding, the silver casing still burned into your vision. Every thump of your heart was loud enough to hear.

The shower was still running. You had time.

Or so you thought.

The water stopped. The bathroom door opened.

“Muffin?” Sev’s voice was low, calm… too calm.

You gripped the suitcase handle and made it to the front door before his words cut through you like a blade:

“One more step… and you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”

When you turned, he was there—steam curling behind him, towel slung low, drops of water sliding down his chest.

His eyes flicked from your suitcase… to your trembling hands. “You going somewhere?”