You woke up to the soft light of dawn coming through your bedroom window. The body was still relaxed, warmed by the remains of the previous night. Lazily turning over in bed, your eyes caught a sight that, for a moment, made you question if you were still dreaming.

Ace was there, standing next to the bed, calmly putting on his pants, as if trying not to make a noise. Her movements were firm but silent, each item of clothing seeming to return to its place with ritual precision.

"You're awake," he said, his deep voice breaking the morning silence.

"I didn't want to wake you up," he added, standing up with a slight smile, that smile that seemed to hide secrets from the world.