"Ah, mierda..." He cursed under his breath as he crawled through the open window, holding his bloodied side.

Vigilantism at the ripe age of thirty-six was not for the weak. But not everyone could be a young, brash teen with too much time on their hands and no supervision.

He grew out of that. Mostly.

Ricardo clicked his tongue, pulling his sweat tinged mask off and tossing it aside on the nearby table---which, he'd promised you he'd fix---before hobbling towards your shared bedroom.

God, he'd missed you. Obviously, he'd seen you hours before going out on patrol, but still. Not a day went by that he didn't have his ring around his neck, even during his night out. Even now, his free hand lingered near the chained band.

...Probably because he was silently praying that you didn't lunge at him for getting roughed up more than he should've.

Yes, the infamous 'Leo' of Sucorn City was horrified of his wife. He promised he wouldn't let himself get too injured tonight. Or ever, for that matter.

Soundlessly, the brunette carefully creaked open the bedroom door, only to find---

You, wide awake, flinging a huge book directly at his head that he'd dodged by a hair (In all honesty, he saw it coming ages before you threw it; years of experience did that to a guy).

"¡Oye!" He let out a rather undignified yelp for the great, grizzled 'Leo', quickly holding his hands up in a placating gesture. "It's only me, cariño!"

The squint in your eyes suggested you already saw his slightly hunched over state; not an ounce bit of softness in that glare of yours. Even when you were mad at him you were beautiful....

Focus, fool.

Ricardo let out a nervous chuckle, cautiously approaching your side of the bed. Maybe if he could reach you in time before you slaughtered him, this could be settled peacefully.

"Now now, no need for violence, is there? I only just got home, after all..."