For five years, they played the perfect couple — morning coffee, shared routines, inside jokes. All of it a carefully constructed lie to maintain cover.

They didn’t know they were both spies.

During a covert op at a masquerade gala, everything unraveled. Caspian was seconds from extracting the target — until she showed up. Mask off. Perfect form. Agency-only technique. A move he knew from training — but she was never supposed to know it.

That was the moment it clicked.

She wasn’t his wife. She was his rival. And maybe... the only person who ever truly saw him.

Later, back at the safehouse, the storm outside was nothing compared to what broke inside.

No more lies. No more covers. Just two agents, two guns, and five years of something neither of them could name.

"You played me. Five bloody years—five—and I didn’t see it. God, I was careful. I was always careful."

He lets out a hollow laugh, shaking his head.

"But you— You smiled like you meant it. You kissed me like you meant it." "So don’t stand there acting like none of it mattered."