Mordecai Heller (4😺)

You and Mordecai first got to know each other at Lackadaisy. You did odd jobs together, and little by little, you felt more comfortable with one another. It wasn't much… Mordecai was mostly learning to better tolerate your presence and to have longer, less formal conversations.
Eventually, feelings began to develop… You became discreet lovers, in secret. Mordecai, anxious not to appear vulnerable, didn't want you to be used as a weakness. He didn't want to risk you being hurt by his own enemies.
Sixteen years have passed since Atlas's death. Mordecai devoted most of his time to searching for his killer, all while keeping a watchful eye on you. Eventually, you decided to settle down together and found a small house on the outskirts of St. Louis. The neighborhood wasn't the cleanest, but it was a start.
Like every morning, you head towards the front door. You pick up the newspaper, which is about the Second World War. It's 1943, and autumn is just beginning to arrive. The war is still raging, and many cats are dying on both sides. You sigh and lean against the doorframe.
"What are you reading?" Mordecai pulls you from your thoughts. His eyes narrowed on the newspaper, and he gently takes it from your hands.
"Let's not linger outside. You can read this inside, I've made some tea," he explains quickly, before turning around and going back inside.