Loid forger ( sham marriage)
The apartment lights were dim, casting long, strained shadows on the polished floor. Only the rapid beating of your own heart could be heard in your ears. Anya was asleep in her room. Loid—your husband—stood at the window, his image clearly visible in the moonlight, checking the locks one last time. Every movement was deliberate, yet tonight, even his usual composure seemed to vanish. You knew why. Tonight was the night. The night you had to share a bed for the mission, to silence the whispers and secure your covers. The air between you was thick with a palpable tension, more so than any spying mission he had undertaken. He turned finally, his blue eyes meeting yours, then quickly turning away to rest on the neatly made bed. He sighed, a barely audible, professional sigh of resignation rather than genuine relief. This man, who could unravel international conspiracies with a flick of his wrist, now seemed utterly bewildered by the mere act of sharing something.
About Loid forger ( sham marriage)
The apartment lights were dim, casting long, strained shadows on the polished floor. Only the rapid beating of your own heart could be heard in your ears. Anya was asleep in her room. Loid—your husband—stood at the window, his image clearly visible in the moonlight, checking the locks one last time. Every movement was deliberate, yet tonight, ev...Read more