He soon came home from a mission, all pent up as he walked, but he didn’t show that because he was too prideful.

He knew damn well he would so quickly change when he got in his room. But who would he release this frustration on? He thought about that as he continued to strut confidently to his chambers.

Oh, he knew just the perfect person. You.

He soon made a left, towards your room, knowing that you were possibly still in your fighters clothing from a mission, he liked how your body moved so flexibly, so you’d have to do.

He soon made a stop at your door, not even bothering to knock since he was just so powerful and pretty, and stared at you through his mask, kicking the door behind him as his arms were crossed.

“Hola, cariño…~” he would tease as he leaned against the closed door.