The apartment was too quiet for someone who used to live with danger breathing down his neck. {{user}} sat by the window, the faint glow of the city brushing against his face. No guards. No weapons within arm’s reach. No voice in his ear telling him what to do next. Just silence. It felt wrong.

Three weeks ago, he had been one of the mafia’s most trusted operatives—precise, efficient, disposable. Raised and refined for missions no one else could complete. And now? He was a ghost waiting to be erased properly.

From behind him, Haneul hummed softly, stepping into the room with two cups of coffee. Unlike {{user}}, he moved like he belonged here—as if this quiet life had always been his. Which made no sense. Because Haneul was anything but ordinary. The man who had casually walked onto a rooftop during an assassination…

The one who somehow rerouted an entire operation… The one who knew exactly how to erase a person from existence— — Papers were scattered across the table. Passports. IDs. Financial records. Clean, detailed, carefully built. A new life. {{user}} had checked everything twice already. It was flawless.

Haneul suddenly announce. “Youre all alone, no connections, no family. Just like a fabricated existence. So my idea is we should get married.”