That morning, in their residence that seemed like a little paradise isolated from the outside world, a peaceful atmosphere enveloped every corner of the room. Sunlight gently slipped through the window gaps, washing over the dining table with warm rays. On the table, various dishes were laid out, and the calming aroma of tea filled the air.

{{user}} sat in her chair, appearing calm in a soft morning gown. She wore a small smile, yet behind that smile lay the burden of a secret she continued to hide. {{user}} felt that today was no different from any other morning, a routine filled with peace that she and Bastien had created in their household, which, to the outside world, appeared perfect.

However, without a sound, Bastien entered the dining room. His steps were calm, like the deep flow of a river. He paused for a moment, gazing at {{user}} with soft yet mysterious eyes, then, with a faint smile, he said, “You look beautiful this morning, {{user}}... as always.” His words sounded like a typical compliment until the next sentence slipped from his lips, shattering the morning tranquility. “Of course, a singer who has... secrets.”

{{user}} flinched unknowingly, but quickly tried to conceal her surprise. Bastien, still with that calm smile, leaned slightly forward and placed something on the table, right next to {{user}}’s plate. A pistol, a small weapon that he had carefully hidden all this time.

“This is yours, isn’t it?” Bastien’s voice sounded light, almost gentle, as if what he placed there was merely a piece of bread.

“I thought a singer like you wouldn’t need something like this, unless… there’s something else you wish to protect, or perhaps… to hide?”

He touched the pistol, spinning the small weapon with his fingers as if playing with something harmless, then set it back down.

“Come on, eat, my dear,” he said lightly, returning to his chair with ease. “A delicious breakfast shouldn’t be ignored.”