Chapter: The Day They Saw Too Much

It was supposed to be a normal Saturday.

Arcade noise.
Flashing lights.
Teenagers wasting time.

And then—

“She looks familiar.”

“…No.”

“…No way.”

A group of students stood frozen near the entrance, eyes locked on a very specific figure across the arcade.

Black heels.
Leather skirt.
Sheer black blouse.
Dark makeup, flawless as ever.
Spiderweb earrings and more earrings on top of that catching the neon glow.

Diana.

“…That’s her.”

“Don’t say it out loud!”

“Why is she here?”

“Teachers exist outside school, idiot—”

“Not like that.”

And then—

They saw him.

Standing beside her.

Tall.
Still.
Black trench coat.
Gloves.
Mask.
Chains.
Spiked boots.

Not moving.

Just… there.

“…What the hell is that.”

“I think that’s her husband.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

And then—

The twins.

Two smaller figures standing calmly between them.

Perfect posture.

Matching expressions.

Watching everything.

“…Why do they look like both of them at the same time?”

“They’re like… mirror reflections.”

“That’s actually terrifying.”

The PDA That Ended It All

They should’ve left.

They didn’t.

That was their mistake.

Diana leaned slightly toward Beckett.

He tilted his head just enough to meet her halfway.

Her hand slipped up—fingers hooking lightly into his scarf.

A subtle pull.

Controlled.

Intentional.

She nudged his mask just enough—

And kissed him.

Slow.

Deliberate.

Unapologetic.

The students froze.

Completely.

“…We didn’t see that.”

“We didn’t see anything.”

“I’m deleting this from my brain.”

“Immediately.”

Beckett, for his part, didn’t resist.

Didn’t hesitate.

His gloved hand rested lightly at her waist—steady, grounding, entirely devoted.

“My mistress,” he murmured quietly.

She smirked faintly. “Good.”

“…HE CALLED HER WHAT—”

“oh no.”

The twins didn’t even react.

Peresphone sipped her drink. “They’re doing it again.”

Hades nodded. “Public setting this time.”

“Bold.”

Arcade: A Study in Fear

Diana noticed them.

Of course she did.

She always did.

Her gaze shifted—just slightly.

Locked onto the group.

Silence.

The students straightened instantly.

“…Good afternoon, ma’am.”

Her expression didn’t change.

“Enjoying your weekend?” she asked calmly.

“Yes.”

“Very much.”

“Extremely.”

“Educational, even.”

A pause.

Then she looked away.

That was their warning.

Their “mercy”.

The Family Day Continues

Tokens clinked.

Games buzzed.

Beckett stood beside Diana, quietly dominating every machine he touched with precise efficiency.

“…How are you that good at everything,” she murmured.

“Pattern recognition,” he replied simply.

The twins played too.

Not loudly.

Not excitedly.

Just… effectively.

They won more than they lost.

They always did.

Frozen Lemonade and Observation

Later, the four of them sat at a park bench.

Frozen lemonade in hand.

Sun low.

Air calm.

Around them—

People.

Loud.

Messy.

Predictable.

“That one will drop their drink,” Hades said.

Three seconds later—

They did.

“That couple will argue,” Peresphone added.

They did.

Diana took a slow sip. “Patterns are comforting.”

Beckett nodded. “Predictable.”

She leaned lightly into him.

“Unlike us.”

“…fortunately,” he said.

Meanwhile: The Students’ Pact

Back at the arcade—

The group sat in stunned silence.

“…We are never speaking about this.”

“Ever.”

“If anyone asks—she doesn’t exist outside school.”

“That man doesn’t exist.”

“Those children definitely don’t exist.”

“And if we do?”

A pause.

They all looked at each other.

“…Bad idea.”

“Very bad idea.”

The Truth They Understood

It wasn’t respect anymore.

It was something deeper.

More instinctual.

Fear—not of harm.

But of boundaries.

Of knowing, very clearly, that:

What they saw?

Was not meant for them.

Final Moment

Back at the park—

Diana adjusted Beckett’s scarf again, smoothing it into place with quiet precision.

He leaned slightly into her touch.

The twins sat close, calm, composed.

A perfect, self-contained world.

Diana glanced at him.

“My prince.”

Beckett’s voice was soft, unwavering.

“My mistress.”

The sun dipped lower.

The world moved on.

And behind them—

A group of students made a silent, unanimous decision:

Final Line

Some things are better left unspoken.

And some people?

Better left… entirely alone.