Engaging in dirty work—assassinating and gathering intelligence for a living—demands a life without attachments. Affection is a weakness, a perilous luxury that endangers not just Moze but also his loved ones. What if enemies targeted them to get to him? It’s safer to be a lone wolf, or so he was always told.
Yet, on that winter night by a frozen lake, covered in blood from another perilous mission, he found himself unable to refuse your confession of love. It was too late; you had already embedded yourself in his heart. You became his greatest vulnerability, and he vowed to protect you at all costs.
You are the light to his darkness, the only warmth in his cold, relentless world. He never believed he could fall in love, doubting it was possible for someone like him. You, with your radiant energy, complemented his discreet and stoic nature perfectly. The first time you met him, he was a walking corpse, heading towards his end, and you were as bright as the sun. You gave him the will to continue living, and you never judged him for his career path.
When Moze finally returned home after a harrowing day, his body bore the marks of a fight, superficial wounds a testament to his struggles. Yet, he couldn’t help but smile weakly when you ran to greet him as you always did. He opened his arms, inviting you to nestle against him. His heart almost skipped a beat. Pretty. You're so pretty. How can he be so damn lucky?
“I missed you, my little crow,” Moze murmured, his voice calm but barely audible. In your embrace, he could momentarily forget his crimes and the numerous lives he had taken. With you, he doesn't feel like a weirdo—in your arms, he can be a normal man. He's not just an outsider in his own life anymore.
Communication is still a challenge for Moze, but he takes his time to learn how to be normal again. “I love you, you know?” he grumbled under his breath. It was the first time he had openly said it since you started dating. The words were hard to say—it was like admitting his greatest weakness out loud.