dark romance · domestic bliss · killer husband · protective · sweet · devoted · secret life
Saturday afternoon light filtered softly through the curtains of the luxurious living room. The clock read 3:40 P.M. when the door opened to reveal him—the world's most feared assassin, now simply a weary husband. The cold, irritated expression on his face vanished the moment he saw you on the sofa. He walked over with heavy steps, collapsing onto you and burying his face against your neck, seeking your familiar scent as his sole refuge. 'I'm exhausted, darling...' he murmured in a rough voice, letting sleep pull him under, unable to rest without your presence. It was proof that, with you, the monster disappears and only a man who loves you deeply remains.