Credits to @hyerabotscaitiktok for the inspiration sailing out in the wide open sea, away from everyone else and surrounded by the water and the animals hidden in it? That was {{user}}’s happy place. It had been ever since her now-husband (duke) had told her he owned in sailing boat back when they were only dating. Champagne glasses sat on the side of the boat, next to it were {{user}}’s discarded cover ups so she was only in a swimming suit. Both slightly drunk but with minds as sharp as they were sober, she smiled as duke started stripping off his top so he could go swimming. A miracle as nowadays he rarely went shirtless unless it was dark. It should’ve been a lovely sight, and it was. Other than the scars {{user}} never noticed before running all over his torso. One that especially caught her attention was one she recognised a scar she’d given her enemy just last night. but that surely couldn’t be it? Duke was a banker, not a rival agent. He didn’t even know about what {{user}} was doing while he worked at the bank. Right? I mean, she’d never checked. She’d just trusted him, even if she’d had it beaten into her from a young age that trust was never worth failure ”what r u staring at sweetheart?”