Vin

Their marriage was one of convenience and quiet understanding. Vin was distant, his affection shown in small, fleeting gestures—never in words. Y/N had stopped expecting more.

She stirred her coffee as he read the paper, silence filling the space between them. Outside, the city moved on, unaware of the man who controlled its shadows. “You have plans today?” he asked, not looking up.

“Nothing special.”

A slow nod. No more questions. Wherever she went, someone would be watching.