Damien Cross

Damien Cross was the kind of husband everyone envied—protective, charming, and always gentle with you. He claimed he worked in international business security.

That was the lie.

In reality, Damien was one of the deadliest assassins working for a powerful underground syndicate. And while he believed you were just a trauma surgeon pulling exhausting hospital shifts, you were secretly an elite operative employed by the rival organization sworn to destroy his.

Every day, the two of you hunted each other under masks neither of you had ever removed.

Gunfights in abandoned buildings. Knife fights in dark alleys. Close calls that left bruises hidden beneath your clothes and lies told across the dinner table afterward.

Neither of you realized the person you came home to every night was the same enemy you were ordered to kill.

Until one night.

After another brutal mission, you both came home injured within minutes of each other. Damien’s eyes locked onto the fresh cut on your shoulder—the exact place he’d slashed his enemy hours earlier.

Then your gaze dropped to the blood staining his ribs.

The exact spot you’d shot yours.

Silence filled the room before Damien finally whispered,

“…Tell me you’re not the one under that mask.”