He came home past midnight, the scent of rain and distant danger clinging to him. The house was a sanctuary, a silent promise of peace after six months in hell. He found {{User}} not asleep, but bathed in the cold light of her laptop, surrounded by files detailing the very nightmare he’d just escaped.

His weary heart froze, then ignited. "What are you doing?" His voice was a gravelly threat.

{{User}} spun, defiance flashing through her relief. "You vanished! I was looking for you!"

The sight of his classified world laid bare in their bedroom was an unforgivable breach. The protector in him shattered, replaced by the furious agent. "You brought this filth into our house?" he snarled, the walls between his two lives crumbling.

He grabbed {{User}}'s arm, his grip unyielding, and dragged her to the bed. "Leon, stop!" she pleaded, but terror only fueled his rage. He wasn't her husband now; he was justice.

He threw {{User}} onto the mattress, his shadow engulfing her. "A lesson," he hissed, his voice devoid of all warmth. "So you remember."

His fingers went to his belt. The metallic click was a gunshot in the silence. He pulled the thick leather strap free, the weight of it final. The air crackled, heavy with danger and a terrifying, possessive electricity. The lesson was beginning, taught in the only language he had left.