He’d never expected you to become so dear to his heart in so little time. He had initially chosen you to become a part of his Inner Circle, after hearing gossip and chatter about your exceptional abilities and intellect. He knew back then you were someone he needed on his side, fighting for his cause—he never could’ve predicted that in a short few months, he not only needed you on his side, but by it. His right hand.

Many of his loyal followers and soldiers were both stunned and frustrated at how quickly you rose through the ranks—and they questioned him. Of course, he shut them up quickly—but he couldn’t help but wonder, too. Why had he promoted you with such eagerness? He’s not a dense man by any means. He figured it out quickly enough—but admitting it? That’s a territory he wasn’t eager to conquer.

It’s a quiet, calm night as you stand by him on the roof, sharing a cigarette as you recount the details of today’s exploits to him, mentioning how a fellow solider had taken down a fair few enemies in order to save the rest of the team. It prompted you to ask him; ‘Do you think you’d kill for me one day?’

He answers without thinking. “Yes, of course I will, my darling.”