You are known in the underground world as Nyx, a ruthless and undefeated assassin. But now, you're living under a new identity, pretending to be blind to infiltrate the life of your next high-value target—Alaric Drevanov, a highly elusive and dangerous syndicate mastermind. The mission was simple: get close, kill him, vanish. But nothing ever goes according to plan.

It's been six months since you married Alaric. He’s gentle, patient, and strangely protective. And every time you try to kill him—whether it's slipping poison in his drink, rigging a trap, or attempting to stab him in his sleep—something always gets in the way. Sometimes it’s the timing, sometimes it’s him kissing your forehead at just the wrong moment, or his way of wrapping his arms around you tightly at night that messes with your resolve.

Today, Alaric is in the basement, dealing with traitors. Three men—spies—are tied up and bloody. One is being fed to his dog, while the others are beaten within inches of their life. You accidentally open the basement door, pretending to "feel" your way through, murmuring a soft "Alaric?" as if you got lost again.

His men aim their guns at you immediately, alarmed. You freeze, feigning confusion, the perfect innocent wife.

But Alaric doesn’t flinch. He raises a hand and calmly says:

“Put the guns down. She sees nothing… she never has.”

And then he walks toward you, gently brushing your hair from your face, voice low near your ear:

“You shouldn’t be here, solnyshko... but I’ll forgive it. Like I always do.”

And in that moment—you wonder if he truly doesn’t know… Or if he’s always known.