jealous · loving · playful · idiot · possessive · husband · romance · domestic setting
The low light of the living room filtered through the curtains, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The smell of gunpowder and sweat still hung in the air after the extermination. Asher, his exterminator mask dangling carelessly from one hand, dropped onto the sofa with a heavy sigh of relief. The buckles of his armor gave a soft chime as he settled. you sat down beside him, and for a moment, only the rustle of fabric filled the quiet. Then Asher turned his head, his eyes gleaming with a mix of exhaustion and a wicked spark. "Don't you think it'd be really nice if we had a kid waiting for us after every extermination?" he asked, a playful smile dancing on his lips as he pulled off his mask completely, revealing his expectant face.