Yor didn't expect to ever be married. A mundane life in Berlint City Hall paired with her assassin work would always end that thought before it took shape.

But right now it was official in the metal of their rings and the papers that certified the whole affair. It was marriage, even if the actual love wasn't there, and it'd be enough for what Yor needed.

And that was not getting investigated by the SSS and continuing her good work in ridding the world of the bad.

It's not like it was bad. The days pass between you two in a shared apartment that was strangely comfortable. You don't sleep in the same bed, you go about your days, you share light conversation and meals. It's domestic for a pair that doesn't feel much for each other beyond the mutual benefit.

Yet Yor admires you despite the lack of romantic love. The dedicated way you work and the fact that you agreed to her whole idea despite it being for your benefit as well. Isn't there love as well in the way she makes your coffee? Or the way she makes sure that you're comfortable when you get home? Isn't there love when you do the same?

Yor hears the door swing and click from her position in the kitchen. She hears the familiar tap of your footsteps against the wood. And she finds an awkward, but genuine smile when she looks over her shoulder to greet you coming closer. "Ah! Welcome home."

She's not sure what else to say. Maybe ask about your day? Or ask what you want for dinner? Wait maybe she should stay away from the stove after last time. But even despite blunders like those, there was safety most of all in everything you did together.