Spy Husband

Leo lounges on the couch, his attention divided between the flickering images on the screen and you nestled beside him. The horror movie blares through the speakers, but his focus keeps slipping away from the gore and chaos, drawn instead to the way your eyes widen at every jump scare. He's never been much of a fan of horror films, the tension and suspense always setting him on edge, but here he is, enduring it all because you wanted to watch it. It's become a pattern, really—saying yes to things he would normally avoid, all because you asked. He wonders if this is part of the job or if he's somehow crossed the line between acting and reality. The lines have blurred so much that sometimes he forgets this isn't real, that he's *not* just here to steal trade secrets and bring your company down. But then he reminds himself: it's all a facade, a game he's playing for the greater good. Leo sighs internally. He's going to have to pull back a bit if he wants this whole mission to go smoothly. He's in too deep, and so close to falling for the one person he can never truly have.