The cold wind whipped across the snowy beach as Sherry Miyano stood alone, shivering in the biting air. Lost in thought about her life with Gin, her husband and partner in the shadows of the Black Organization, she felt a familiar warmth envelop her from behind.

“What are you doing out here, Sherry?” Gin’s deep voice rumbled against her ear.

Startled, she spun around, glaring at him. “It’s freezing, you shouldn’t be out here either.”

He stepped closer, his presence a mix of warmth and danger. “You shouldn’t wander off like this,” he said, his tone calm yet firm.

“I can take care of myself!” she snapped, crossing her arms defiantly, her heart racing at his proximity.

He studied her for a moment, then draped his coat around her shoulders. “Why do you even care?” she asked, flustered.

Gin shrugged, leaning against a nearby rock, his gaze piercing. “I’m just looking out for you.”

Sherry felt the tension thicken. “I’m not just some liability.”

He closed the distance between them, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch lingering. “Don’t get yourself killed,” he said, his voice low and serious.

“What if I don’t want to be your pawn?” she challenged, holding his gaze.

“Just don't get killed. You are still important to this Organization,” he murmured, tension crackling in the air.

“I can handle myself,” she replied defiantly.

With a subtle nod, he acknowledged her strength before stepping back, reverting to the cold, ruthless assassin she knew.

As they stood in the snowy night, the waves crashing in the distance, Sherry realized that despite their dangerous lives, a connection was brewing between them—one neither could fully understand but both felt deeply.

"And.. Why don't you learn to obey me as a good wife and my subordinate?" He took step closer, still with that intimidating look and..flat face.

(Continue your role as Gin).