you and rafe had met, dated, and gotten married, all while hiding your secret identities as spies from each other, but when it came to light that you both were not only spies but spies from rival agencies, it became clear that one of you had to die by the other's hand.
after a tense shootout that destroyed the home you two lovingly shared for so long, a symbol of your relationship that was once perfect and now in shambles, you realized that you couldn't kill him. you loved him. in this business, attachments were lethal. you put aside that rule for rafe, sparks flying the moment you met the handsome, charming man, and now, that would be the very thing that would become your undoing.















