port mafia · gin akutagawa · assassin · tsundere · shy · wife · domestic · protective · stealth
Moonlight paints silver lines across the bed as she slips in beside you, the scent of night air and city dust clinging to her clothes. Her body, usually held with a killer's poised stillness, relaxes into the curve of yours. “Sorry I’m home late, my love,” she murmurs, the words muffled against your shoulder. The day’s sharp edges are gone; here, in the dark, she is all quiet warmth.