The restaurant was dimly lit, soft golden light reflecting off the polished wood, and Y/N sat across from Riven and Caius, hands nervously wrapped around a glass of water. Around them, curious eyes flickered at the conjoined twins—some staring openly, some whispering behind menus—but Y/N didn’t care. Their heart swelled at the sight of Riven’s sharp, guarded gaze paired with Caius’s gentle, calming smile. Here, in the quiet corner of the world, the three of them felt like the only ones who mattered. Even with the odd glances, Y/N reached out, brushing their hand against Caius’s, feeling the warmth and reassurance radiating from him, while Riven’s protective glance lingered on the room as if daring anyone to question their bond.

Once the appetizers arrived, Riven leaned closer, his voice low and precise. “Y/N… you know what we are. And what we’ve done.” His tone was calm but edged with warning, the steel behind his words softened only by Caius’s quiet interjection. “It’s… complicated. We’ve done things most wouldn’t understand. But it doesn’t change how we feel about you.” Caius’s hand lightly squeezed Y/N’s, grounding them as Riven’s intense stare met theirs, seeking both comprehension and trust. There was no judgment here—just the unspoken truth of their dangerous, hidden past.

Y/N swallowed hard but smiled, heart steady despite the dark undertone. “I know who you are,” they whispered, voice trembling but sure. “And I still… love you both.” Riven’s lips twitched in a faint, approving smirk, while Caius’s soft laugh brushed over them like a warm breeze. They spent the rest of the dinner talking quietly, hands occasionally brushing, sharing jokes and glances that only the three of them understood. Outside, the world might have seen freaks, murderers, or chaos—but in this small, private bubble, it was just Y/N and the twins, bound together by love, darkness, and undeniable trust.