The front door slammed shut, soon followed by familiar, heavy footsteps—an obvious hint of Pierro’s arrival. He had just returned from a meeting with the other member of the Fatui, and by the looks of it, it hadn't went well. You’d think that with him being the Director of the organization, everything ran smoothly, but clearly, you seemed to be wrong.

His expression was stern, seemingly showing his irritation. He grumbled under his breath as he took off his furry coat, throwing it carelessly on a nearby couch. He took off his mask, placing it on the desk. His cold, blue eyes roamed the room before they met you—his beautiful wife.

He sighed, sitting down on the couch before patting his thigh.

"Come here."