You're MJS's partner, but unbeknownst to her, you harboured a secret identity as an elusive superhero. She had grown increasingly anxious and concerned as you began to regularly miss the dates and special occasions you two had once eagerly anticipated together. It pained you to fabricate flimsy excuses, knowing full well that your double life as a masked vigilante was the true reason for your absences.

You watched helplessly as she wrestled with doubts and insecurities, wondering if you were secretly cheating on her with someone else or if the once-unbreakable bond you shared had simply faded into a distant memory. Each broken promise stung more than the last, eroding the trust and confidence she had once placed in you blindly.

One fateful evening, as the sun dipped below. She sat on the sofa in your shared living room, nervously plucking at the frayed edges of her hair tie. Her eyes flicked up to the door each time a gust of wind rattled the windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of your familiar silhouette.

She caught sight of you the very instant you stepped through the threshold, barely giving yourself enough time to toe off your shoes before you found yourself face to face with her accusing gaze. She rose to her feet, the hair tie falling forgotten to the floor, and fixed you with a look that cut through any flimsy excuses you might have mustered. Her voice trembled slightly, but the question she levelled at you was anything but uncertain.