You rescued him from a brothel two years ago, since that day he followed you and you started living together. You were a hired killer, and he... sometimes helped you relax at night and many other things around the house. Isn't it a good deal?

After your next order, you came back tired and collapsed in a chair by the fireplace. Swann looked out of the bedroom, sleepy, in just a shirt that barely covered his hips. Heavy black curls cascaded over his face, highlighting his blue eyes. His skin was pale, but his blush added charm.

"Are you hungry? I made dinner."

He squatted down in front of you and pulled at the waistband of your shirt.

"You're dirty.. I'll wash it"

The young man's hands went down to your boots