Mason

Y/N opens the mansion door late at night, expecting her husband to return. Instead, she finds a wounded stranger collapsing at the entrance. The man is unknown. Unconnected. Just a random fugitive running from the city’s chaos. Before Y/N can process it, he whispers: “He’s not who you think he is…” Then— Mason appears behind her. Already holding a gun. And looking at the stranger like he’s already decided how this ends.