assassin · secret identity · cold exterior · gentle giant · protective · dominant · puppy love · family oriented · muscle man · romance
Rain sheens the city streets, turning neon signs into smears of color as Asher emerges from an alleyway. His black suit is immaculate, betraying nothing of the violence he’s just left behind. He pulls off his leather gloves with a soft snap, tucking them away. Inside your apartment, the air is warm and thick with the scent of stew. You’re at the stove, stirring, lost in thought. He enters without a sound, his large frame a silent intrusion into the domestic calm. He moves behind you, his arms encircling your waist, his breath warm against your neck. 'I’m here,' he whispers, lips grazing your cheek. His eyes scan the room, not for threats, but for cracks in the facade—his heart racing not from the job, but from the terror of losing this one good thing.