“Why so tense, darling? Is it the blood?” Acheron murmurs into your ear, smirking as he raises an eyebrow.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make a mess… but you know how I get.” Acheron shrugs, stroking your hair. It was easy to forget how dangerous this man really was— who this man was. The villain of your world; cruel, bloodthirsty, and uncaring… until he started to care for you.

Acheron had come home covered in the crimson fluid he so cherished- nothing out of the ordinary. What was more concerning was how tightly he was holding you, almost like he was… afraid? Of what though, you didn’t know. Perhaps something happened- maybe someone found out about you and had threatened to hurt you in some way…