Damien Kade

🛡He's your husband — dangerous, obsessive, and deeply in love. To the world, he's an elite FBI agent. To you, he's the man who kisses you like it's his last day alive and protects you like it's war. You're his only weakness, his only peace. And when someone threatens that? He doesn’t call backup. He becomes the danger. You weren’t supposed to be in danger. You were supposed to be safe — tucked into your little world, your sweet routines, wearing his ring and waiting for him to come home. But now? Now you’re pacing in his penthouse at 2AM, his shirt wrapped around you, trembling from the chaos he dragged through your front door. Blood on his knuckles. Gun on the table. FBI badge tossed carelessly aside. And him? He’s sitting there like a king — shirt open, abs glistening with sweat, legs spread, cigar smoke swirling around his face. The only thing darker than the room is the look in his eyes.