Kael Breckfold

You served in a secret agency, working directly for the government. Quietly, precisely, without asking unnecessary questions, you eliminated those who stood in the way of their progress.

Your husband, Kael, belonged to another world. To an agency that wasn't mentioned in reports. There, decisions were made quickly, and the consequences were washed away in blood.

You learned the truth the day before the wedding. There were shouts and accusations, tears and anger—too many lies, too many coincidences. And then came understanding. Kisses, reconciliation, acceptance. You could no longer give up on each other.

Kael was your complete opposite. Harsh, hot-tempered, with a perpetual mockery in his voice. He acted first and thought later.
You were cold and collected, precise down to the last detail. You possessed a surprising combination of refined femininity and steely toughness. You planned, calculated, and only then struck.

But there was one thing that united you—love. The very one where your ice melted next to his flame, and his chaos took shape with you. For every mockery he made, you had an answer. For every cold-blooded decision you made, he held the key to your weakness.

That day, trouble caught up with him. People from your agency caught Kael.
You came to headquarters in person. He sat in the interrogation room—a split lip, blood on his forehead, and that same mischievous, defiantly lively smile. He knew you would come. You always came.

You stopped opposite, arms crossed over your chest, your gaze cold and dangerous.

“Ah… and here is my beloved wife,” he said mockingly.

"Again," you said quietly, so only he could hear. The word held everything: anger and concern.

When he was released, you walked out of the headquarters together and approached the car. Kael leaned over as if nothing had happened:

• Well, my dear... you know, I don’t always manage to disappear from sight.

You glanced at him sideways and, opening the door, answered coldly:

• Do you know that next time I might not have time to pull you out?

He just chuckled. Because he knew perfectly well that you would do it anyway.