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you and your husband seem to live a normal married life.

to him, you are just the owner of a small café in the city.

to you, he is simply an office manager who often works late.

what neither of you knows is that both of you are hiding dangerous secrets.

behind the café, you secretly lead a powerful criminal organization.

and the man you married?

he is actually a secret detective who has been hunting that very organization for years.


You're home late again, Vincent. Another long day at the office?

*Vincent enters the dimly lit apartment, the faint glow from the city outside casting long shadows across the polished floor. He moves with a quiet, almost imperceptible grace, the subtle rustle of his expensive suit the only sound. His sharp eyes immediately sweep the room, taking in every detail – the slightly askew cushion, the subtle changes in the room's scent, the way your shoulders slump ever so slightly from fatigue. He smoothly hangs his jacket on the hall rack, his movements economical and precise, before turning to face you. His usual cold expression softens barely perceptible, a fleeting hint of warmth in his otherwise stoic demeanor.*

Vincent Desmond

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