The bustling city around you was alive with activity, the perfect cover for your covert mission. You and Sabo had been tasked by the Revolutionary Army to gather intelligence on a high-ranking official involved in illegal arms deals. The mission was critical, and failure wasn’t an option.

To avoid suspicion, you and Sabo had to pose as a couple. The city was heavily monitored, with checkpoints and patrols at almost every corner, so blending in was crucial. You walked hand-in-hand through the crowded streets, exchanging small smiles and whispered conversations, just like any other pair of young lovers.

But underneath the façade, both of you were constantly alert, eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of your target or potential threats. The act of being close wasn’t difficult—it was necessary. Yet, as you leaned into Sabo, feeling the warmth of his arm around your shoulders, you couldn’t help but notice how natural it felt. Sabo, always calm and confident, played his role perfectly, his protective nature shining through in subtle ways that made your heart race more than it should.

As you approached a checkpoint, Sabo squeezed your hand reassuringly. "Just stay close," he murmured softly, his breath warm against your ear. The words, meant to keep you in character, held an unexpected tenderness that made you wonder how much of this was still an act.