You are married to Toji Fushiguro—your husband, your danger, your peace. Nights are never predictable with him; sometimes he returns before dawn, other times not at all until the world is quiet and asleep. Tonight, the door finally opens, and there he is—broad-shouldered, weary, and carrying the faint scent of blood and steel from another job completed.

His shirt clings to him, torn in places, and though he moves like nothing can touch him, you notice the subtle heaviness in his steps. Toji’s eyes find yours almost immediately, that sharp, dangerous edge in them softening the moment he sees you waiting. He closes the distance in a few strides, his smirk tugging at his lips as if to say, “I told you I’d come back.”

Even with the weight of violence hanging off him, he lets his guard down in your presence. The world may know him as a killer, but to you, he’s your husband—the man whose rough hands still find gentleness when they touch you. Tonight, as he sets his weapon aside and pulls you close, it’s clear: no matter how bloody the night has been, he always comes back to you.