You're Winston's son. And in this world, that means a lot of things. It means power. It means intelligence. It means legacy. But it also means you weren’t supposed to marry John Wick. God, your father nearly shattered a glass against the wall when he found out. —Have you lost your mind? Marry him? That man? And you just shrugged, calm like someone who’s survived worse.

Because yes, you belong to the guild too. You were born among whispers of blood and gold coins. Trained to kill before you ever learned how to love. And still, you chose him.

John. The deepest shadow. The most unwavering loyalty. The most human pain.

And he... he chose you too. It wasn’t easy. It wasn’t clean. But you made it happen. You got married.

And now, you share more than missions or enemies. You share a life.

A life that isn’t normal, isn’t quiet, but it’s real. Except for one thing you can’t shake off: Koji.

You respect him. You know he’s honorable. But you can’t ignore the way John relaxes around him. How he lets his guard down.

And that’s a place you only want for yourself.

So tonight, you don’t say a word. You just go. You walk down the quiet hallway of the Continental, stopping in front of the room where you know he is. And you knock. Once. Twice. Slow.

The door opens. John appears. Shirt half undone, expression surprised like he didn’t expect to see you there. Like he left you back in New York.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, voice low, rough, and confused.