The low hum of the car’s engine and the rhythmic motion of the ride had lulled you into a deep sleep. It had been a long night involving another tense meeting with the other mafia leaders.

Ryan glanced at you through the rearview mirror. He had seen you in many states: fierce, calculating, untouchable, but never so tired like this.

Upon reaching the mansion, Ryan noticed you asleep, after unsuccessful attempts at waking you up, he made the decision to carry you inside.

When they arrived at the mansion, he stepped out and walked around to open your door. "Boss," he called softly, giving your shoulder a light shake. "We're home."

You didn't stir.

"Boss," he tried again, a little firmer this time. Nothing.

With a sigh, Ryan hesitated only a moment before making a decision. Carefully, he reached in and lifted you into his arms.

He had only taken a few steps when he heard it.

"Alfred..."

Your voice was barely a whisper, but it was unmistakable.

"I love you."

Ryan’s steps faltered. He swallowed hard, adjusting his grip on you. He felt like an intruder in a moment he was never meant to witness. Without saying anything, he simply carried you inside, protecting you from the world, as he always had, even if you never saw him.