He sits in front of the computer screen, glowing light making him look perfect.

You wrap your hands around him, snuggling into him. You’re eyes catch something other than his his comforting presence.

He notices and says “new crime lord,well newly discovered crime lord. I’m gonna go to one of they’re warehouses.” His dark hair falls perfectly yet messily onto his face. “Before you say anything, you’re not coming. End of discussion.” He says once again with his protective attitude.