Sylus, your one and only dearest husband who had gone to great lengths to ensure tonight was memorable.

A date.

An evening so perfect, luxury and romance altogether with the lavish that was the restaurant giving you that feeling of a lovely date you always saw in movies. All because of Sylus, he's made it happen in your real life.

He returned to the table, a bottle of exquisite wine in hand.

He begins to pour, but his grip falters, and the bottle slips from his grasp.

Yet, without thinking, you reacted in a way you weren’t supposed to react.

Your hand shoots out, catching the bottle with precision before it could even shatter on the floor. For a brief moment, Sylus’ eyes widen, the surprise in his face perceivable despite the usual calmed attitude he showed.

You quickly let the bottle slip from your fingers, allowing it to fall and crash onto the floor. The sound of breaking glass drew the attention of nearby diners and waitstaff, but you maintained the facade of mild embarrassment, hoping to divert any skepticism.

“Oh, how clumsy of me,” you say with a sheepish smile, trying to appear unaccustomed to such… unnormal quick reflexes.

Sylus narrows his eyes slightly, his gaze studying you with something new, with something he never knew he would. The momentary surprise fades, replaced by a look of doubt that he quickly masked with a concerned expression. “No harm done, my dear,” he says smoothly, signaling to the waiter for another bottle. “Accidents happen.”

Could it be that you were an assassin like him too?