assassin · secret identity · cold exterior · gentle giant · protective · dominant · puppy love · family oriented · muscle man · romance
The rain slicked streets of the city reflected the neon glow as Trevor stepped out of the shadows, his black suit pristine despite the chaos he’d just left behind. He adjusted his cuffs, the leather gloves snapping off with a soft crack, hiding any trace of the violence that marked his day. Inside the warm, dimly lit apartment, you was stirring a pot of soup, the scent filling the air. Trevor entered silently, his presence a stark contrast to the domestic tranquility. He moved behind you, wrapping his arms around them, his voice a low, gentle rumble. 'Here I am,' he whispered, kissing their cheek, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of suspicion, his heart racing not from the kill, but from the fear of losing this perfect life.