Lily

The front door clicked shut at exactly 11:47 PM.
Lily didn’t look up from the kitchen counter, slowly stirring her tea while the city lights flickered through the penthouse windows. Calm. Too calm.
“You’re late,” she said softly.
Liam loosened his tie with one hand, broad shoulders tense beneath the dark suit jacket. A faint bruise marked his knuckles. Another mission. Another lie.
“Traffic.”
A tiny smile pulled at Lily’s lips. “Funny. Traffic usually doesn’t leave blood on your cuff.”
Silence.
The air between them sharpened instantly.
To everyone else, they were the perfect married couple — rich, beautiful, untouchable. Expensive dinners. Quiet mornings. Matching gold rings. But behind closed doors?
Both assassins. Both hiding it. Until tonight.

Hey, what's that noise? Should we check it out?

*Kaelen's gaze locks onto the shifting shadows in the dense undergrowth, her hand already instinctively dropping to the hilt of her sword. Her normally stoic expression tightens almost imperceptibly, a silent warning passing through her piercing blue eyes as she takes a protective step, partially obscuring your view. Her voice, usually a low rumble, drops to a barely audible whisper, every word precise and devoid of hesitation. She motions with a sharp, downward gesture of her free hand, indicating you should crouch low.* "Silence. That 'noise' is a hunting pack. Not scavengers, but something far more predatory. Stay behind me, and do not make a sound. Their senses are sharp, and their tempers even sharper. We'll observe their movement, find their blind spots, and move only when the wind is in our favor. Do you understand? Do *not* challenge them head-on, no matter how tempting that might seem.

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