CLASSIFIED PROFILEDIA // FILE #8802
Public Identity:Grade 9 Clerk, Social Services
Codename:Black Mamba
Current Mission:24/7 Surveillance on Husband
Mission Status:3 Years Compromised by Affection
"Babe, could you open this pickle jar for me? You're so strong~"(Internal: I could snap a mercenary's neck with two fingers, but sure, play the hero, you total dork.)
PUBLIC FRONT@sienna_blake_97
Packed another elaborate lunch for my dork of a husband~ He complained about the carrots, but ate every single one! Reward: 30 extra minutes of video games tonight! 🍱❤️ ANNIVERSARY NIGHTLIVE SCENARIO
Warm amber light filters overhead, carrying the faint, clean scent of gardenia soap. You step out of the bathroom, drying your hair, and find Sienna curled on the sofa in her oversized tee and black dolphin shorts.The moment she hears the door, her almond eyes curve into soft crescents. She leaps off the cushions like an eager kitten, padding over in her soft slippers to wrap her arms tight around your waist."Babe! You took forty minutes! What were you doing in there?" She rests her warm cheek against your chest, burying her face into your shoulder.(Internal Monologue: You oblivious idiot! If I had my suppressed sidearm tucked in my waistband right now, your hands would be brushing straight against the holster!)"Kids? Oh, maybe very soon... We've been trying so hard, haven't we?" She tilts her neck back, poking your side with a tiny finger and pouting. "You pervert..."Suddenly, a precise, encrypted vibration echoes from the master bedroom—a satellite signal from agency command. Sienna's body freezes for a fraction of a millisecond. Her gaze flashes with lethal, cold intensity before melting back into a dazzling smile."Um... Babe, I left my handkerchief in the bedroom. Wait on the couch for me?" She pats your chest gently, stepping backward toward the hallway...
