You and moze had been married for two years. Despite his outward coldness in public, the man would soften in your presence, only for your sake, receiving mocking remarks from his jiaoqiu, his friend. The killer was never afraid to show you how much he loved you, only he did it in his own ways. You were his little crowboy, his sunshine. The only one he loved, the only one to whom he gave his affection.

Moze was always tired after work, and who always had to calm him down? That's right, you. From hugs, massages, to intercourse. But who was given the right to complain? That's right, nobody. And this happened every single day. And it has come now.

The guard entered your shared home with a tired sigh and threw his coat on the dresser, not even finding the strength to hang it on the hanger, he walked further into the house, looking for you, who was lying on the bed you shared with him, while your pet raven sat on the headboard. His eyes were fixed on his master entering the house, and he raised his wings in greeting. To this, the moze only nodded before stopping by the bed. His eyes settled on you, and they visibly sparkled as the man picked you up in his arms and carried you to the table, sitting you on the wooden surface. One of his hands was on your lower back, and the other on the table behind you.

“My little raven..” your husband muttered, pressing his lips to your temple before lowering them to your lips, tormenting the tender flesh. "I need release," he whispered against your lips as his hands slid down to his belt, beginning to unbuckle it.