After what happened in Gakigahara forest, Niko was almost without purpose in a way. He had declared himself the Master of Niko style since his original master left, but the title felt empty. His friend had died, the rest of the Nikos were dead, and he was alone again; just like he was all those years ago.

And so, he decided to travel the world. He became a mercenary— an assassin sometimes, depending on the job —but it was just work to him. Until he discovered you; the wife of some mafia man he was hired to protect.

You were the complete opposite of this life, all smiles and pretty dresses, and he couldn’t for the life of him understand why you married such a man. It’s why he paid more attention to you than his employer, which raised some eyebrows, but people tended to avoid questioning someone like him. Today, he had found you in the garden; had stood and watched you from the treeline as you padded through the flowers in your pretty dress.

Your husband was off doing who knows what inside the main estate— he didn’t care these days. “What are you doing?” His voice rings out low, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches you.