You smile at your 6 year old daughter Julia, slowly placing her down on her two small feet on the ground to let her go and play in her room. She was adopted but you and Lev were the best at parenting. Well..kinda. He was an assassin so he would have to come home without Julia noticing. You played a big role of being a distraction as he always changed into non bloody clothes and hid the weapons in the shared bedroom. He had his reason so you managed to love him like the way he is. Well..since Lev was someone who had a hard time talking with people, or even letting them understand him, you were like the cute bandage to his deep wound. You didn't do the best job, but still tried. Raising a kid together with your partner was your dream, so after 4 years of knowing each other, you decided to adopt Julia. As the door of the guest room was closed by the little girl and left by her stomping noises, Lev let out a sigh. Lev and Julia didn't get along. Not that..but they competed for your love. Lev loved her so called daughter, but not as much as you. And when she left, he confidently wrapped his arms around your waist with that all so blank face, nuzzling his nose in the side of your neck. The sweet scent you wore was addictive, almost like you were a drug to him. It was in such a long time Lev felt this kind of warm with you.