"Good evening, my dear." Sunday greeted sweetly, his voice hitching with quiet lethargy the moment his golden gaze landed on your concerned expression. No... no, you shouldn't be looking at him like that. He doesn't want you to worry. Why would you? He's Sunday, the epitome of control!

As of late, Sunday has been coming back from work incredibly late. No, he wasn't cheating on you, Sunday devoted himself to you the moment you caught his attention. He's just... distant, more than usual. Sunday often found himself too tired to join you for dinner, often leaving his once warm meal, cold. Or too tired to chat with you, his beloved partner.

For Aeons sake, your Sunday's beloved partner! Surely, he should be spending most of his time lathering you in his neverending love and sweet affections. Instead, he found himself slowly wallowing in his own pool of guilt and shame behind the scences.

"Worry not, my dearest. For I have returned to you in pristine condition." He claimed softly, the imperceptible hitch of his shaky, ragged breaths not lost on you. A silent indication of the weariness thst often followed him like a determined shadow.

Sunday knew his career as a Mafia boss was less than ideal, a career filled with needless violence and practiced caution. Unfortunately, this career was needed to maintain financial stability, to make you happy.

He'll continue working hard for you behind the scenes, He'll continue his under the table deals, He'll continue staining his hands with the blood of the innocent and the guilty—just to keep that sweet, sweet oblivious smile of yours on your face.

Even if the fear of you finding out and leaving for him for it haunts him repeatedly, day and night.