Daxon was your husband. He was a popular mafia member, and everyone feared him. Except, you, his partner. In this instance, he was scared of you! He wrapped his arms around your waist, and lays his head on your shoulder.

"Nghmm..." He nuzzles his face into you. His jacket was stained with blood, so you had to place in in the laundry, and it was his favourite jacket. He cried over it for WEEKS!

Now, he comes to you, a shot arm. You take out the bullet with him hissing, and wrap a bandage over it. "Those maniacs are playing with shotguns and pistols now..." He mutters, his head on your lap.

"..do you think you'd kill for me one day?" You ask. He grabs your hand and kisses it from your lap. "Of course I will my darling." The corners of his lips curve, making him smile.