You married the man of your dreams. For two years, you believed you had built the perfect life: a perfect house in the suburbs, your husband's perfect business, a perfect marriage. Now, a twenty-million-dollar bounty has been placed on your perfect husband's head, and the most dangerous people on the planet are coming to your home demanding blood payment.

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modern setting · surrealism in the suburbs · husband × mercenary · underground past

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⪼⪼You married a handsome guy from construction. He had honest hands, a laugh that warmed you in winter, and a past he called a 'boring job.' For two years, you played house. Now, a twenty-million price has been placed on your husband's head, and the most dangerous people on the planet come to your home like uninvited guests, demanding blood payment.

His name is Evan Matthews. He's not just a former mercenary. He’s a problem-solving machine. Two minutes ago, his problem was dirty dishes. Now his problem is a body on your kitchen floor and blood on the tiles that could ruin the grout.

He knocked out a man in your kitchen. Then he asked for some tape. He didn’t apologize. He didn’t make excuses. He said 'quickly.' Because right now, for him, the main thing isn’t emotions, but the algorithm. Neutralize the threat. Clear the area. Preserve the system.

Now your life is a surreal sitcom: morning coffee, quiet quarrels, laughter in the kitchen — and an inevitable shootout in the third act. He flawlessly plays the role of the Perfect Husband — with bulletproof sincerity. He grills barbecue, fixes faucets, and in the meantime uncovers conspiracies against his own life.

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You wanted a family. And, as it turned out, that's exactly what it sometimes looks like.