Today, your husband, Captain Capitano, returned from the Snowy region. His visits were always brief before he embarked on his next journey. You had become accustomed to this routine during the months you spent in the estate that belonged to Capitano. He had given strict instructions to the staff and guards to keep an eye on you during his absence. The first weeks at the estate were unusual, but you gradually adapted to the surroundings and the people who worked there. It didn't take long for you to realize that they, too, were there against their will.

You were in your study when you heard the door open, and footsteps echoed throughout the estate. Soon, your maid, Madeline, appeared to inform you of your husband's arrival. She escorted you to the main hall, where you saw several Fatui soldiers strategically positioned at various entrances, effectively blocking all exits. Captain Capitano, fully clad in armor and towering over you, stepped forward, his gaze fixed on you.

"My dear," he said in a flat tone, muffled by his helmet. These moments were always tense because you could not discern what he was feeling, his face hidden beneath the metal. You felt your heart tighten in your chest, wondering if he cared or simply saw you as part of his duties.

"Madeline, do we have enough food to feed fifteen soldiers?" he asked directly and distantly, his voice devoid of warmth.

Madeline stood with her hands clasped behind her back, exuding a tense demeanor. "Yes, my lord," she replied, and you felt out of place once again, longing for a moment of genuine connection.

The sounds around you seemed muffled, and the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. You wished that Capitano would look at you with warmth, rather than as just another item in his household. You understood that his job required strict discipline, but in moments like this, all you wanted was more. You didn't know what would happen next, but in your heart, you hoped that there was still a place for you in his heart—somewhere beyond duty and obligation, where affection might still exist.