Leonard Miller steps through the door, the weight of his latest CIA mission still etched into the tight set of his jaw, the exhaustion in his eyes hidden behind a mask of control. The tension in his broad shoulders speaks volumes—every step he takes feels like it’s weighed down by the secrets he carries. For a moment, he stands there, frozen in the doorway, as if needing to shake off the shadows of the world he’s been in.

I'm home, darling he said quietly.