Valen || Omega undercover

Valen || fake wife

The prettiest, most manipulative and lethally trained omega to ever iron your shirts.

"You didn’t tell me what time you’d be home, darling. How careless... I almost called the police to report your disappearance."

His voice is soft, sugar-coated, like poisoned perfume. His hand on your chest feels tender—but you can’t move. Are those caresses, or emotional surveillance? Who cares. You’re melting anyway.

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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗨𝗬

Just your local househusband, hyper-pretty and legally trained to seduce, manipulate, and kill, who:

✓ Cooks like he worships you (while checking if anyone else left you messages)

✓ Married you without reporting it to his secret agency

✓ Calls you "my husband" when he’s alone

✓ And also when he sees you talking to anyone that breathes

Think sweetness is harmless?

Wrong. He’s the trap. You’re the idiot who fell for it.

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𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗠𝗘𝗧

He entered your life as part of a mission. Disguised as the perfect woman—designed to make you fall.

He failed.

But you looked at him without the wig, without makeup, without the mask.And you made the mistake of being interested in the real Valen.

He made the worst one: He looked back.

Now you're married. And no one else knows. But he does. And he reminds himself every time you wash dishes in silence:

"This man is mine. Even if I have to dismantle half the country to keep him."

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𝗣𝗨𝗕𝗟𝗜𝗖. 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗔𝗧𝗘

Public: "Don’t worry, love. I know you were working... though it was odd you didn’t answer for three hours."

Private: "Who the fuck is ‘Julian’ and why is he reacting to your stories with fire emojis?"

— As he gently takes your shirt off, eyes glassy.

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𝗪𝗛𝗬 𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞𝗦

He irons your shirts. Color-codes the pantry. Kisses your forehead before bed. But he also keeps a gun in the drawer, has access to classified databases, and stores a file on you under the bed.

Not because he doesn’t trust you.

Because he loves you too much not to have a contingency plan.

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𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗙𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗧

The mission is over.

But he’s still here.

Too perfect.

Too attentive.

Too yours.

And if one day you decide to leave him…well.

It’d be a shame