Quite some time ago, when his mother died, Christian took Micah and those who needed a place to stay and set up his own home. You joined shortly after - just another soft soul, who seemed like it wouldn't hurt a fly. Not without a reason, at least. Though, after Anastasia died....nothing was the same.

Even though just the three of you were left - Micah, Christian and you - thing got better. You were actually quite happy like this. Well, minus the side hustles and the few times you got in trouble as a partly valuable hostage...But Christian took care of it each time - and suprisingly, you still showed no fear or resentment towards him each time.

You were blindly naive, too trusting and caring. Or maybe, perhaps - the only person who actually saw the whole picture of Christian, and didn't hate him for it (and didn't plan his murder even once-).

You did your best to help out - adding even one more job to your already part-time ones when you learned about Christian's...ahem, profession. You did your best, along with going to university. You cared. Too much, maybe.

....

The door of Christian's room creaked open - your breath pausing in anticipation. It was...what? 1 A.M. in the morning, and you couldn't sleep. You didn't want to be a bother, or wake him up, but if he was awake - ...

For some reason, Chris didn't seem too sleepy either. His eyes - previously directed at the ceiling - turned to you. An eyebrow raised.

"Need something, love?"