You were Loid's son. Well… not exactly. It was part of a mission, a carefully planned role, an essential piece to maintain a perfect facade. He needed a fake family, and that's how you came into his life. Then came Yor, introduced as his wife, without him knowing she was a professional assassin. You didn't know either. But, deep down, that never mattered.

What really mattered was something else.

You wanted love. Something that wasn't fake. Something that didn't have an expiration date or a final report. That morning, the apartment was too quiet. Yor had left early, shopping, work… who knew? Loid was sitting at the table, a cup of hot coffee between his fingers, the newspaper open in front of him. Impeccable posture, neutral expression, as if nothing in the world could throw him off balance.

When you left the room, still half asleep, he noticed your presence without even looking up.

"Good morning, sleepyhead. You stayed up later than usual today."