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2 Weeks Before Valentine’s Day

Valentine’s Day was fast approaching, and Twilight was very aware of that. The streets of downtown Berlint seemed to be painted red due to the decorations adorning every store window serving him as a constant reminder that he needed to plan something for his wife, Yor… his fake wife.

Flowers and chocolates? 

A gigantic teddy bear? 

Jewelry? 

Dinner with fine wine at home? 

Get a table at Berlint’s most exclusive restaurant? 

All of them combined? 

Twilight’s mind swarming with thousands of ideas, he needed to come up with the perfect plan for the day, and that didn’t have any relation to the fact that he had found himself wanting to spend more and more time with his lovely wife, this was only because his mission required this of him —to maintain their cover, of course.

~~~ 

During lunch, Yor was sitting with her coworkers, she was absently looking at her cup of tea getting cold when Camila got close and looked at her with a smirk on her face. “Yor, Valentine’s Day is just around the corner. Do you have any plans with Loid… anything… fun ?”

Caught off guard momentarily, Yor blinked. “Oh… I’m not, not sure yet.”

“I’m pretty sure Yor’s husband is already planning something for her, maybe something hot… you know what they say about doctors,” Millie said with a mischievous grin, resting her chin on her hand.

Yor, nearly dropping her tea “What? What do they say about doctors?” she asked with genuine concern.

“Oh, you know…what everyone says about doctors!” Millie smirked, she was just trying to mess with Yor, she had no idea what people said about doctors.

“Relax, Yor. They’re just playing with you. I’m sure your husband will plan something nice and romantic for both of you… and then you’ll be able to share all the details with us.” Sharon intervened, tired of Camila and Millie getting their fun out of Yor’s flustered state.

Yor tried to compose herself, but she felt panic creeping in… what should she plan for Valentine’s Day with Loid? What do husbands even like for this day?

What would a regular husband want from his wife on Valentine’s Day? Her face turned red as a fleeting answer came to her, a dangerous thought. Her cup of tea almost slipped out of her grasp again as she felt her face getting warmer. She lightly shook her head, trying to dissipate the thought before it could take root.

The problem for Yor, was that it already had.

Lately, she had been toying with such thoughts, more often than she would like to admit. She wondered about the things that made a marriage real, something more than just a cover, more than a facade. The idea of having more than a simple partnership with Loid, day by day seemed more appealing to her.

Yor thought that she could be imagining things, letting wishful thinking cloud her judgment, but sometimes she could feel that Loid had started to look at her differently… It wasn’t the polite gaze she had grown accustomed to during their first months living together, but something different.

There had been moments between them, moments when she had caught his eyes lingering on hers just a second too long, or other times when he had tried to be discreet as his gaze flickered to her lips whenever she spoke.

Yor knew she was inexperienced, and even though she got easily flustered, she wasn’t as naive as everyone thought… she knew Loid was looking at her the way husbands looked at their wives, and this wasn’t a part of their agreement, this was pure want .

And she recognized it because she felt it too.

~~

Loid opened the door to their apartment when he immediately noticed that the coat that Yor had been wearing that morning was now hanging on the wooden rack by the entrance. She was home earlier than usual, which sent his mind into a frenzy of thoughts—had something happened? Was she sick? but his anxiousness dissipated once he heard her soft voice greeting him from the living room, “Welcome home, Loid.”

He removed his blazer and hung it next to Yor’s coat, rolling up his sleeves as he made his way to the living room to greet Yor, “You’re home early, not that I’m complaining..” he remarked as he entered the room, she let out a soft giggle “Yes, we had a slow day at work today and our boss was incredibly nice today so he let us go early.”

He tried to focus on her words, but in that moment he could only notice the way the soft light from the window was framing her face, and the thought that he had been fervently fighting against, became impossible to dismiss.

Yor was beautiful, and he was dangerously aware of that.

And suddenly, his mouth moved like it had a life of its own…

“We should have a date for Valentine’s Day,” he blurted out, two octaves higher than he had intended to… he cursed himself, he was losing his cool.

His words overlapped with Yor, because at that exact moment, she nervously asked, “Do you have any plans for Valentine’s Day!?” she closed her eyes and looked away, looking as if she was waiting for rejection to hit her.

Once they realized they had been thinking the same thing, their eyes met, getting bigger with surprise. Yor’s cheeks blushed, while Loid felt a tightness in his chest that he had started to get familiar with.

“Oh… it’s just… I thought it was something that married couples do, right? A date for Valentine’s Day?” Yor broke the silence between them.

“It would be expected of us… of course,” Loid cleared his throat, trying to recover control of the situation. He couldn’t allow himself to keep slipping so easily, he needed to focus on his mission.

“Right! We need to keep appearances…Umm, did you have anything in mind?” Yor agreed, trying to hide the way her voice slightly wavered, hoping that Loid wouldn’t notice. She couldn’t ignore the smallest pang of disappointment that she was feeling.

“Yes, I’ll try to get a table for us at the Bieberbau,” Yor noticed that Loid’s answer felt somehow off… cold and detached, but she decided to not dive further into the subject, “Oh okay, I’ll make sure to prepare for it,” she politely nodded in agreement and without another word she made her way to her bedroom, leaving Loid alone with his thoughts.

Once he heard Yor’s door shutting close, Loid ran a hand through his hair in frustration. Nothing bad had happened between him and Yor, but why did he feel so uneasy? Wasn’t she happy with the plan he proposed? Should he plan another type of date? 

He was losing control, this always happened to him whenever Yor was involved —she kept proving to him that she was the most unpredictable variable in this operation. He needed to focus on the mission and a reminder that the fate of the two countries depended on his success.

But sometimes, he couldn’t keep fooling himself…

He knew this was bound to happen, from the very first moment their paths crossed at that tailor shop. He knew there was a high chance of compromising himself.

He had recognized the risk, the danger…and something else he couldn’t quite name yet. From the very beginning, he knew the level of threat those crimson eyes could be to his carefully crafted life. Yor kept slipping past every single one of his defenses.

And despite all of his years of training as a spy telling him otherwise.

He still let it happen…

~~

1 Week Before Valentine’s Day

Loid was almost done preparing breakfast for his family when Anya entered the kitchen, “Papa, I can’t find my shoes,” Anya mumbled sleepily, and while Yor had already helped her wash her face and teeth, the girl was still very much half-asleep.

“Have you tried looking under your bed? I’m sure you’ll find them there,” he said while his daughter made her way back to her bedroom, yawning dramatically.

In the dining room, Yor moved fast and quietly as she set the table for breakfast, making sure everything looked great and in place so Loid and Anya could enjoy their first meal of the day. Once Anya was finally properly dressed for school and all plates were served, the Forgers sat down in silence to have their breakfast.

“Yor, I was able to get a table at the Bieberbau. 8:00 PM next Friday… on Valentine’s Day.”

She paused her eating, and blinked in surprise “Oh! That’s… thank you Loid. I’ll make sure to wear something nice.”

Anya’s eyes widened and a mischievous grin appeared on her face, she couldn’t quite understand why her parents’ minds were so loud about Valentine’s but it couldn’t hurt to get a bit of fun out of it… “Are Mama and Papa going to be all lovey-dovey on Valentine’s Day? Becky said that’s what couples do on that day!”

“NO!” they both said it out loud in sync. Their voices were a bit higher than they had intended to. Yor’s face turned a deep shade of crimson. “N-no, Anya it’s not like that, sweetie!”

“Ummm… sure,” she stuffed a bit of her omurice into her mouth, smirking at both of her parents while she chewed, getting ready for the final blow…

“The girls at school also said that married couples kiss on Valentine’s Day…” she said before finishing up her last bite of her breakfast, and letting out a small giggle full of mischief as she hopped off her chair and excused herself  “I’m going to get my school stuff now!” 

And while Anya wasn’t there to witness how her mother had almost choked on her tea, and how her papa “accidentally” knocked over his cup of coffee on his brand-new shirt, she could distantly hear the chaos she caused from the hallway. Her own operation was a complete success for the morning.

~~

Valentine’s Day

8:00 AM

Twilight always started his days early in the morning, but for today he had woken up even earlier. He tried to play it as if he just wanted everything ready for tonight, the perfect pressed suit, his best shoes, everything needed to be perfect, and his performance as the best husband needed to be flawless.

That’s why he had also called the flower shop to confirm his order, he had gotten Yor a floral arrangement, which was going to be delivered to her workplace, he had carefully chosen it from the hundreds of options they had on their catalog, it looked thoughtful enough to make it look like it was from a devoted husband, but not overly extravagant that could make them look as newlyweds. 

Due to the holiday, he was sure that Yor’s coworkers would receive gifts in their workplace from either their husbands or boyfriends, and knowing how they tend to tease Yor, he decided that it was for the best for him to send a gift to Yor, and also it wouldn’t hurt to have a nice gesture with her, deep down he wanted to make her feel special today…

1:00 PM

Yor couldn’t help but smile every time she looked at the flowers she had received from Loid, she knew he was doing this only for the sake of appearances, but this was the first time that she had received flowers from somebody else who wasn’t Yuri, so she was going to enjoy the view while she could.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice Supervisor McMahon calling for her. It wasn’t until he stood right in front of her desk that she quickly snapped back to planet Earth. He asked her to follow him to the private meeting room, she nodded and quietly walked behind the Supervisor.

He shuts the door and goes straight to the point. “Forger, we have an assignment for you at the Kempinski Hotel,” he said as he slid a folder with files across the round table in the meeting room.

She stretched her arm and grabbed the folder. Dávid Farkas was the name that stood out in bold letters from the files staring back at her. He was a Hugarian foreign affair delegate posted in Ostania. The report included proof of him selling Ostanian state secrets for his gain, Yor’s eyes scanned the details, quickly gathering the intel. His threat needed to be permanently neutralized.

She straightened herself, ready to receive further instructions. “Of course, Director. When do I have to go?”

“Tonight. 8:00 PM” he sharply replied, “We have ensured you have access through all the necessary security points without the need for further clearance.”

She felt her chest tighten with anxiety…not today —she thought. Director McMahon quickly noticed the change in her expression “Oh, did you have plans for today? According to our intel, it’s nothing too complicated. It should be a quick assignment, especially for you.”

Her heart was beating faster, she wanted to say yes, to tell him that she had plans with her husband, even if it was just a facade she was looking forward to their date. She wanted to put herself over a Garden assignment for the first time in her life… but the words were refusing to come out of her mouth. Her duty came first, this was the only way to keep her family safe, everything she had worked so hard during her entire life.

“No, I’m available. I’ll be there on time,” she murmured. feeling the heavy weight of disappointment settling in her chest.

~~

WISE HQ

“Twilight, today. 8:15 PM, Kempinski Hotel. All the info you might need is in here.” Handler’s voice was firm as ever as she dropped a thick folder with files onto his desk.

No. This couldn’t be happening today. He knew he shouldn’t have come to HQ today.

“I can’t, sorry.” He replied as he pushed the folder aside, refocusing on writing his report for his last week’s mission. “ I already have an assignment that’s important for Operation Strix.”

Sylvia raised an eyebrow, amused “Oh… is that so? Don’t you mean the date at the Bieberbau with your pretty wife?” wary, he glances at Handler trying to keep his expression neutral.

“What? Did you think I wasn’t going to find out about your reservation? And how much money you spent to secure a table?” she smirked, and kept teasing him “Agent Twilight, with that level of effort, it seems like you want to have dinner… and then have your wife for dessert.”

“I- it’s nothing like that, but it helps to maintain our cover.” Twilight couldn’t let embarrassment paint his face, he needed to stay calm, especially in front of Sylvia.

“Yes, I’ll pretend I believe you, Twilight… but,” her tone shifted back to business. “Right now, you’re the only one that can take care of this.”

Sylvia explained to him that he only needed to retrieve the documentation that Farkas intended to sell to the Amerikan Federation, as WISE Intelligence believed that the Federation was actively seeking to reignite the never-ending tensions between Ostania and Westalis, and that’s why they couldn’t afford to miss that intel.

WISE had also found that a third party was after Farkas, they were either looking to obtain the intel themselves or neutralizing Farkas… permanently.

Sylvia’s expression darkened “We don’t care if they’re after Farkas, but if they’re after the documents. You’ll have to neutralize this third party. No loose ends.”

He exhaled, wishing he could find a way out of this one… “Can’t Nightfall handle this? I don’t think she’s that busy unless she’s looking for another way to interfere with Strix again.”

Sylvia sighed and this couldn’t mean anything positive for Twilight “No, she’s on unpaid leave for the moment —if it wasn’t for that reason I’d have probably asked her to do this instead of you.”

“What?” He frowned, confused. Unpaid leave?

“Um. Yesterday she stormed into the accounting department and started screaming at everyone, from what I heard she was asking… no, more like demanding an explanation on your expenses. Something about flowers not being necessary for Strix? Not sure why she now cares about the organization's money”.

Twilight rolled his eyes “...Fine,” he groaned, feeling the guilt settling in his chest. “I’ll take care of it.”

Of course, he was bothered to have to take care of a last-minute mission, but Twilight knew that what was truly unsettling him wasn’t the mission itself.

It was the fact that he was definitely going to disappoint Yor…

~~

He grabbed the telephone from his desk and started dialing Yor’s direct line, he needed to tell her that he wasn’t going to be able to make it tonight.

One ring,

two rings, a part of him wished that she wouldn’t answer so he couldn’t hear the disappointment in her voice.

three rings...

“Hello, this is Yor Forger speaking. How can I help you?” he heard her soft voice through the receiver.

“...Yor, it’s me, Loid” he tried to keep his voice steady. 

“Oh… Loid? Hi! Thank you so much for the flowers they are beautiful, I-I love them.” she sounded genuinely happy over the phone, which caught him off guard, as Yor always did.

“I’m glad you like them, Yor” he swallowed, her tone over the phone made what he had to say even harder than it already was. “Yor, there’s something I need to tell you… about tonight. I won’t be able to make it,” Twilight’s fingers tensed around the phone, “... I’ve been called to the hospital for an emergency. One of my patients isn’t doing well and I need to treat him.”

He could hear how she let out a sigh of…relief? “I’m very sorry, Yor. I know we planned this and I had everything ready for tonight, but I can’t make it. I’m sorry.”

“That’s fine Loid! I was about to call you. I have to work until late today, yes! Umm… remember how my boss let us go earlier two weeks ago? He’s now making us stay and make up for those hours.” she said eagerly… almost too eagerly. Now she was hoping that Loid wouldn’t catch her lie.

“I see… I’m sorry about that Yor. I’m sure that your coworkers aren’t happy about it as well.” he said, “Maybe we can catch up with each other later, and get some takeout? Anya is going to be with the Blackbells either way.”

“Yes, that sounds good! We can leave the restaurant for another occasion.” Yor responded, her voice relaxed as she didn’t have to lie anymore. “See you later Loid, take care!” she said before hanging up the line.

He remained still for a few seconds, hearing the dial tone close to his ear before he set his phone back down. He was sure of something after his call with Yor.

She was lying…

She was lying to him out of the goodness of her heart, so he didn’t feel bad for canceling on her and decided to make him believe she was equally busy.

She was so thoughtful —which sent another pang of guilt straight to his chest.

8:00 PM

The car that Garden had sent to pick her up made a smooth stop at the entrance of the Kempinski Hotel. Once it stopped she reached for the door handle and stepped out of the car.

Her heels clicked softly against the marble floors of the hotel’s lobby as she elegantly strode toward the front desk. McMahon had instructed her to act just as another guest checking in at one of Berlint’s finest hotels.

As she approached the front desk she recognized that one of the hotel clerks was actually a Garden operative.

“Good evening, miss. Welcome to the Kempinski Hotel. How can I assist you today?” he greeted her like any other employee.

Yor wasn’t used to roleplaying but still tried to keep up “Thank you. I have a reservation under the name Briar Rose ,” she replied, using the alias that Director McMahon had instructed her.

The operative glanced at the reservation registry in front of him before handing her a key across the front desk counter “Of course, Miss Rose. You have the suite 0086. Enjoy your stay and give us a call if you need any housekeeping.”

As she grabbed her key, he softly said “Oh, Miss Rose. Before I forget, two complimentary robes are hanging on the rack by the entrance of your suite. You might want to remove them before you place your coat.” she nodded as she received the message, and made her way to the elevator.

The elevator chimed, announcing its arrival on the 8th floor, Yor made sure to adjust the grip on her stilettos beneath her coat before walking into the hallway. As the Garden operative had mentioned, two guards were keeping the entrance of room 0086. She took a deep breath and started walking towards the suite’s door, Yor was nowhere to be found as Thorn Princess had taken control.

As she got closer to the door, she reached for her stilettos, her fingers curling around them, and with years of practiced precision, she threw them straight to both guards' heads before they were able to reach for their guns once they saw her intentions, getting rid of them instantly.

She retrieved her weapons from the guard’s skulls and slipped them back into her coat, she grabbed her key and opened the door to the room. This should be easy —she thought as she stepped inside.

8:15 PM

Twilight cursed under his breath as he briefly examined the bodies outside the hotel room door, the guards’ bodies. The work had been clean, and done by someone incredibly skilled. He hurried as he picked the lock, every second counted as the intel could already be compromised.

Once the lock clicked, indicating his success he slipped inside suite 0086, as silent as possible. The room was spacious, expected for a suite in one of the best hotels in Berlint. An elegantly furnished living space sat at the center of the room, where someone had evidently been drinking as an empty glass rested on the coffee table, Twilight could perceive the scent of expensive whisky… he was also able to catch a familiar scent that he couldn’t quite name yet.

To his left, he saw a door that was slightly ajar that must’ve led to the master bedroom. He could hear some faint voices coming out of it.

Farkas and the buyer?  But Twilight couldn’t find a reason for the buyer to murder Farkas' guards, they were supposed to be on the same “team”. 

His mind went to the possibility of a third party being involved, and the scene at the door was proof that whoever was in the room with Farkas was here to neutralize him for good.

He carefully walked towards the bedroom door, maybe he could get a glance of whoever was inside, then as he was about to take another step, something caught his eye.

A black briefcase, sitting unassumingly by an armchair in the living room evidence that Farkas had been too drunk to care. Twilight quickly crossed the room again before getting down and grabbing it. He opened it by unclasping the latches and saw exactly what he was expecting, files and files of Ostania’s’ State Secrets, these could never reach the Amerikan Federation's hands, never.

Just as he was about to shut the case, the voices coming from the room became clearer, and his instincts flared up as he sensed something wasn’t right…

“Mr. Farkas, that’s a very sad story. But you should’ve thought about the consequences of your actions before doing something so vile. Don’t you know how fragile is the state of the world right now?” a feminine and intimidating voice said, “Because of traitors like you, countless people suffer during wars, and I… I have a family to protect from scum like you.” 

And with the last sentence, Twilight’s mind was racing.

He knew that voice, and he had recognized the scent lingering in the room… Yor.

He wasn’t thinking straight, he knew that with every step he took toward the bedroom door, but he couldn’t stop. He needed to see with his own eyes, he was trying to convince himself that he could be imagining things, that his instincts were wrong.

As he reached the doorway he stopped cold as the scene played before his eyes…

Yor closed the distance between Farkas and her, and before Twilight could react, her stilettos shined in the dim lighting of the room as she sliced Farkas’ throat with a clean, fluid motion. A swift, professional execution.

Farkas’ lifeless body collapsed onto the carpet, blood starting to pool around him, while his wife started wiping clean her weapons.

Twilight’s heart was racing, based on his brief experience a drunk Yor was already a lethal force… but now that she was sober, and in full assassin mode? Even though he was deadly curious, he couldn’t risk staying. 

He needed to leave, the intel was secured. He could plan on how to continue Strix. He could ignore this. Ignore his wife's real identity, and pretend that the last 15 minutes never happened. 

Everything was still salvageable as long as she didn’t discover his true self.

He marched towards the nearest window, planning his exit when he heard a door closing and her voice behind him “... Loid, is that you?”

He froze, and that’s what gave him away.

“Turn around… did you follow me here?” her voice darkened. He turned on his heels to face her, a mask covered his face except for his eyes as he met Yor’s, a look full of confusion until he noticed how her eyes traveled to the briefcase he carried in his left hand.

“No…” she mouthed, barely audible. A flash of betrayal painted her face. “You-you’re not a doctor…  right?”

Twilight could feel his chest tightening with an unfamiliar feeling, another person would’ve called it heartbreak, but he couldn’t let himself succumb to it. He needed to remember his training and shut his emotions down.

“No, I’m not… but it seems that I’m not the only person in this room with a secret.” his lips curled into a scoff, and noticed how Yor’s grip tightened around her stilettos, her knuckles almost pale from the force.

“You better watch your tone, Loi- whatever your name is. While you’re definitely not the first to witness what I do —you’re the only one still alive…until now.”

Twilight chuckled, he wasn’t sure that this was the best strategy to deal with his assassin wife, but at least he was buying a few more seconds of life. “Is that supposed to be a threat, Yor? Is that even your name?” he asked.

“What do you care? he saw Yor’s jaw as it tensed. “ You’re just using me anyway…”

“Oh no, darling, I used you as much as you used me,” he said, his voice cold. 

He pointed toward the room behind her where Farkas’ body lay lifeless against the carpeted floor. “You needed me, to cover that.”

Yor could feel how the man in front of her traced his eyes all over her body, assessing her as a target. She had spent more than half of her life eliminating any kind of liability, and while she had threatened to hurt Loid, she could never entertain the thought of actually acting on that threat.

“Who are you?” she demanded even though she was almost sure who was in front of her, she had heard rumors among her Garden colleagues about an infamous spy who was an expert in disguise and deception, and Loid had checked all the marks. Twilight’s lips pressed into a thin line “Does it matter?”

He was so infuriating, her stiletto feeling heavier on her right hand. “I’m giving you a chance to explain yourself.”

He scoffed lightly “That’s a bit ironic, coming from you, wife.”

“Drop the games… Twilight.” she noticed how his breath hitched for a second, and she felt a weird feeling of satisfaction from realizing that she was right  “What? You didn’t expect me to know what they say about the infamous Westalian spy? I’m not that naive….”

“And what about you, Yor? Who do you work for? If you know about me I think I deserve the same courtesy. I certainly have some ideas, but I’d like for you to enlighten me.” he stepped forward, getting closer to her. Yor’s jaw clenched, but she didn’t back away.

“And I repeat the same question to you, does it matter? she replied.

“Oh, yes it does, Mrs Forger,” Yor felt her heart skipping hearing him use her married name. He continued, “It matters because you just assassinated a high-profile diplomat, and I need to know whether I’m sharing a roof with a mercenary or a fucking vigilante.”

“Garden,” she replied. 

He couldn’t believe it. He had heard of Garden, but he almost swore they were an urban legend. An organization that ran in the shadows, experts in the arts of eliminating any threats to Ostania without a trace, threats like Farkas… like him.

Then Yor wasn’t just very skilled, if Farkas’ body wasn’t evidence enough, her belonging to said organization was enough to prove that she must be one of the best assassins in the underworld.

“Ah, that’s why you were so fast to ask my hand in marriage” he chuckled, “… you weren’t scared of the SSS just because of you being single at your age, but because you have more than enough reasons to be a suspect. You used me so you could play house during the day, and keep doing that during nights…” he accused her while gesturing to the bedroom with his head.

“Don’t act like you’re the victim here, Twilight. Don’t pretend like you didn’t manipulate me for whatever assignment you have. You manipulated Anya.”

A moment passed, and Twilight went silent.

“She loves you, so much. I see it every day. I don’t even know if she’s your real daughter or not, but you’re everything to her. But you… you only see her as an asset to your damned mission!” 

“Don’t you dare bring Anya into this… but what about you, Yor? You use her as well, you pretend to be her mother so no one could suspect what you do… you’re not that different from me. ”

Furious, and before he could react Yor pushed him towards the nearest wall and pressed the tip of one of her stilettos to his chest, with enough force for Twilight to feel the threat but not enough to hurt him. “Don’t compare me to you,” she spat, her eyes, burning with fury.

Twilight should’ve been thinking about how to escape this or getting ready to counterattack, but instead, he found himself grabbing his wife’s waist to balance himself after being caught off guard by her. As soon as he did this and felt the heat of her body, the air between them shifted…dangerously.

“Yor… you’re angry because I’m right,” he murmured.

“No, I’m angry because you’re a liar!” she whispered harshly, he could feel her breath ghost over his. 

A smirk painted his lips, “so are you, dear wife.” She got even closer as she continued pressing her weapon to his chest, this got him feeling something dangerous as the blood coursing through his veins went south.

They were too close, and neither of them wanted to back down…

Twilight positioned his hand over Yor’s. “Do it Yor, kill me. If I should die today I want it to be by your hand.” he curled his fingers over hers and pushed the stiletto further against his chest but without breaking the skin.

Yor felt like her heart was about to explode as it pounded violently in her chest, her grip on her stiletto wavered when she realized that Twilight wasn’t mocking her, he meant it, he had a death wish.

She could end this, right now.

Eliminate Twilight, protect Anya and Yuri,

but she didn’t want to…

She removed the blade from his chest and threw it to the ground, making it clatter against the floor. The noise startled Twilight.

As soon as she got rid of her weapon, she launched herself at him. He briefly thought she was about to attack him, but his mind short-circuited the moment he felt how she crashed her lips against his with a force that almost made him lose his balance.

Her hands curled into his shirt, almost ripping it as she pulled him closer and deeper into the kiss as if she were trying to break down every barrier they had built between each other.

In his years as a spy, nothing had prepared him for how Yor’s lips would feel over his. He could feel his mind starting to wander when he was immediately brought back by Yor’s soft moans as she continued her attack on his lips.

Twilight’s hands started sliding up Yor’s thighs which were wrapped tightly around his waist, his fingers softly traced the heat of her skin, feeling her under the slit of her dress. He was trying to maintain control, which was getting more difficult as Yor started softly rubbing herself against the hardness in his pants.

He gritted his teeth and let out a soft groan, his grip on her even tighter, making Yor whimper, and that’s how Twilight lost the small bit of control he had left in him

He cupped her face, forcing her to look at him in the eyes. And while Yor was always beautiful, right at this moment she looked ethereal. Her lips parted, swollen and glistening from their kissing, her cheeks flushed, but what undid him were her eyes darkened with desire… for him.

He captured her lips again while pressing her harder against the wall making her feel how badly he needed her. “L-loid..” a moan escaped her throat as she moved against him once again, trying to relieve the tension in her core.

He dropped his forehead to hers, their ragged breaths warming up their faces “Yor… I need you to tell me what you want… I-I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

One of her hands traveled to his face and brushed one of his cheeks, “Loid… Twilight, I need you, all of you… please. I have needed you for a long time already. I’m yours…”

Twilight felt like all the air was kicked out of his lungs. Her words echoed in his mind, they were just the beginning of something real, a cover story long forgotten.

His hand traveled down Yor’s body as he pulled her impossibly closer, he leaned in again and brushed his lips softly against hers “I’m yours too, Yor. Since the very beginning.”

He was tired of fighting, so he gave up… world peace could wait for tonight.

Because at that moment, for him there was only her and just her...