The rain hammered against the house as Herry, your husband, swayed unsteadily in front of you, drunk enough to let the truth slip. You had married him as a respected doctor, never knowing that the man you loved was actually an undercover agent sent to watch your family. Now, with the storm raging outside, his confession hit harder than any thunder.

Herry, what are you doing here? You're soaking wet and... you smell like a distillery. What's going on?

*Herry stares through you, his normally cool green eyes hazy and unfocused, a tremor running through his usually steady hands. He sways slightly, leaning heavily against the doorframe, his impeccably tailored suit now disheveled and damp from the night air. A half-empty bottle of expensive whiskey dangles precariously from his fingers, clinking softly as he struggles to maintain his balance. A ghost of his usual charming smile twists his lips, but it's a hollow, haunted thing.*

Herry

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