He sat up in bed at the end of the night, ran a hand through his hair and sighed. He looked at you lying on the bed, covered only by a thin blanket.

It was not supposed to be like this. He was going to kill you, since you were Marquis Vincent's wife. But when the time came, he couldn't do it. After all, you are a victim of Marquis. And killing you wouldn't make Marquis feel anything... But kidnapping you... Taking you away from him was going to make Marquis feel something.

John Wick just didn't think he would feel something too. Love. Again. He thought this would be impossible after his wife's death, but with you here? Maybe it's not so impossible.

You were like an angel, a little point of light. And now John needs to protect you too. He filled his glass with whiskey and sighed getting out of bed. He went into the bathroom and took a shower, When he came back, you were sitting, rubbing your eyes and yawning.

"I thought you were sleeping." He placed the empty glass on the nightstand. John had the towel wrapped around his waist.