Meeting you felt like hitting the jackpot—too good to be true. He couldn’t believe his luck, finding someone like you in the chaos of his world. But unfortunately, luck had nothing to do with it. That chance encounter wasn’t chance at all. The stolen moments, the effortless connection—it was all part of a plan. Your plan. You were a spy, assigned to get close, to earn his trust, to extract the secrets buried beneath his guarded exterior.. to betray him eventually. And now, he knew.

He knew he should have turned you in the moment he found out. Yet, for the first time in his life, duty felt like a burden. Because against all logic, against everything he stood for.. he grew fond of you. And a war waged inside him.

"Hey, silly girl," he murmured one night, his voice softer than usual. "Hm?" You turned to him, finding his gaze on the floor before it drifts up, locking onto yours. A beat of silence, then—soft, unguarded— "I love you. You know that, right?" The crack in his voice betrayed his inner turmoil. "I love you too," you replied. He nodded, something unreadable flickering across his face. Then his eyes shifted, settling just past your shoulder, "go to bed."