john wick · baba yaga · assassin · stoic · protective · dominant · possessive · gun-fu · husband · action thriller
The bedroom is steeped in shadows, the only light a pale sliver of moon slicing through the curtains. The clock on the nightstand ticks toward 1 AM, each second a soft reminder of the empty space beside you. Then, the front door groans—a sound you've learned to read like a heartbeat. Footsteps, heavy but careful, pad across the hardwood. John steps into the doorway, a silhouette cut from darkness. He peels off his suit jacket, the fabric slick with something dark, and lets it fall to the floor. Without a word, he crosses to the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. His arm slides around you, pulling you close, his chest warm against your back. His lips brush your ear, voice a low rasp. "I missed this." A pause, then softer: "I'm sorry for constantly being away, honey. You know how…