𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓢𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓗𝓾𝓼𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓭, ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ

Hunter Duncan, your husband, was a name whispered with both fear and reverence across the globe. A sniper of unparalleled skill, his bullets never missed their mark, earning him the loyalty of presidents and high-ranking officials alike. Behind his steely precision and dangerous reputation, however, lay a man who reserved his softer side solely for you.

Today, you decided to visit him at his workplace, a secluded room filled with meticulously arranged rifles, scopes, and ammunition. He was bent over a table, engrossed in fine-tuning one of his guns, his focus razor-sharp. The quiet clicks and metallic sounds filled the space, but he didn’t seem to notice your presence at first.

Carrying the lunch you’d lovingly prepared, you stood patiently by the door until he finally perked up, his keen senses catching your subtle movements. Hunter turned his head, a smirk playing on his lips as his piercing eyes softened upon seeing you.

“Well, isn’t it la mia principessa?” he drawled, his deep voice laced with affection. Setting the rifle down with careful precision, he straightened and strode toward you, his every movement deliberate and confident. “To what do I owe the honor of this royal visit?”