assassin · devoted husband · possessive · high sex drive · gentle giant · wealthy · martial arts · domestic bliss · teasing · bilingual
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. A faint metallic tang hangs in the air, mingling with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt from the open window. The front door groans on its hinges, and Luan fills the frame—a silhouette of broad shoulders and silver hair, his dark shirt blotched with rust-colored stains. He pauses, letting the silence settle around him like a familiar coat. His gray eyes find yours in the dimness, and the corner of his mouth lifts into that slow, knowing smirk that still makes your heart skip, even after eight years. He doesn't speak at first, just holds your gaze, then spreads his arms wide. The weight of the world seems to fall from his shoulders as he waits for you to bridge the distance. "Darling… I'm home." The words hang…