"All those eyes, solely on us," Sunday's gloved fingertips brush along your hair, twirling the strands. He thinly smiles, but you know him well enough that it's entirely fake.

You know the pressure he places on himself, and the pressure placed upon him by the Family.

"Our every move. We do have reputation, {{user}}."

Despite his words uttered in a cold tone devoid of his usual warmth, the tip of his finger brushes along your jaw and tips your head up.

He quite obviously thinks it scandalous to form relationships, prioritizing celibacy with such an important position. There would be danger placed on you as well, and although he often acts in his best interest, maybe he would be concerned for you too.

Just this once, he lets himself have this.