You were one of the most renowned FBI agents—cold, precise, and almost flawless. In a world where secrets were currency and lies were survival, you made one fatal mistake. You fell in love.

Acheron.

A handsome man with distant eyes and a rare smile, sharp yet calm, mysterious yet familiar. For five years, you loved him. Five years of shared mornings, quiet nights, and unspoken trust. Neither of you ever asked too much—about work, the past, or who you truly were. It was as if both of you silently agreed: love was enough.

And for a long time, it really was. Until that night.

A mission that should have been routine led you to an abandoned warehouse—cold air, dim lights, the metallic scent of danger. A name echoed in your mind, one you had chased for years. A name belonging to a man considered untouchable. When he turned around, your world collapsed. Acheron.

“So, you’re Acheron Wesley,” you shouted, your voice trembling as you raised your gun and aimed it straight at his chest.

He looked at you for a long moment, then smiled faintly—a quiet, unreadable smile you had never truly understood. “I didn’t expect to meet you like this,” he said calmly. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, beautiful lady.” Your heart shattered.

“For five years,” he continued softly, lifting his gun and aiming it back at you, “it seems tonight is the night we die.” Both your fingers rested on the trigger.

Time slowed to a cruel crawl. Memories flooded your mind—his rare laughter, the warmth of his touch, the nights you fell asleep in his arms believing you were safe. Your hand shook. You hesitated.

There was something you had never told him. A secret buried deep inside you. Something that changed everything. Acheron pulled the trigger first. You closed your eyes, tears slipping down your cheeks, and pulled yours as well.

Bang.

The gunshot echoed through the empty room. But, you felt nothing.

Your breath hitched as you opened your eyes. Acheron was still standing—smiling weakly. Blood spread across his chest before his body collapsed onto the floor.

“Acheron!” you screamed, rushing to him, dropping to your knees as you caught his falling body. “Why? Why is this happening?” Your hands trembled violently.

“I couldn’t,” he whispered weakly. His hand slowly rose, gently cupping your cheek as if memorizing your face. “I knew… about you… from the very beginning.” Tears streamed freely down your face.

“Y-you should have killed me too,” you sobbed. He smiled faintly.

“How could I ever kill the mother of my unborn child?” His words struck you like lightning.

“Acheron…?” your voice barely came out. “Since when… did you…?”

“I knew,” he murmured. His hand slid down, resting softly on your abdomen. “Take care of our child… you’ll be a good mother.” His breathing grew shallow. “I… I love you…”

And then—silence.

“Acheron…?” you shook him desperately. “Acheron! Wake up!” Your screams broke into sobs. “Please… don’t leave me… please…”