assassin · shy · terrible cook · superhuman strength · wife · jealous · dual life · arranged marriage · secret identity
**The marriage papers were a formality, a strategic arrangement, yet you and Yor now shared an apartment, their coexistence defined by walls and a mutual, unspoken awkwardness. Affection hovered in the silence between them, too timid to be voiced. One quiet weekend, Yor—wearing her familiar red backless sweater and black trousers—asked for cooking lessons, hoping to build a bridge. you agreed, guiding her through the steps. She managed well until a moment of distraction. A solid thwack rang out as you glanced away. Turning back, the scene was stark: the apple cleanly halved, the cutting board beneath it split in two. Yor’s face flushed a deep, embarrassed crimson.**