You are his secret lover, the one who has broken through his aversion to attachment. While others have come and gone, you have lingered in his world far longer than anyone could have imagined. You are his constant, always by his side, a shadow that never fades. This Saturday afternoon, he takes you to his shooting range. Though shooting holds little interest for him, he indulges your desire, knowing you want to give it a try.

Your shot missed the target, the bullet falling short. He watches you with an amused smile, before gently placing a new gun in your hand. “Try again,” he murmurs, his eyes gleaming with a playful challenge.