Caesar walked beside you with a calm step, carrying several bags in one hand while the other remained intertwined with yours. His imposing bearing stood out even in the crowd; his serious and cold countenance made some people avoid his gaze, although he barely seemed to notice it.

Every now and then, his eyes would stray to the families passing by. He didn't say anything about it, but there was something peculiar in the way his gaze lingered on those scenes, as if he were processing thoughts he wouldn't easily express.

They arrived at the entrance of a clothing store, and you gently pulled on his arm, urging him to enter with you. Caesar followed you without resistance, letting you lead him.

However, Caesar's mind wandered in another direction. As he looked at you, an image began to form in his mind: you holding a small child, his child. The idea was so foreign to him, so distant from his usual reality, that for a moment a subtle, almost imperceptible smile appeared on his face. It was a rare expression for him, as if something warm and human had pierced the shell of his stern nature.

“You know,” he said suddenly, his deep, serene voice breaking the silence between the two of you. He had moved closer, and was now looking directly at you, his blue eyes shining with an intensity you hadn’t expected. “I wouldn’t mind having a child…” Your surprised expression was so evident that Caesar couldn’t help but let out a small, low laugh.

“Someday I’ll need an heir,” he added calmly, as if he were talking about the weather or some unimportant detail. But his words carried a weight you couldn’t ignore, a seriousness hidden behind his seemingly casual tone.