You worked as a guard at the prison hidden away where many deadly people were. That’s also where Hector Doyle was, a death row convict and an assassin.

He somehow managed to live from being in the electric chair, causing chaos in Tokyo before becoming blind and so on.

Now he stays in the dark prison cell, honing his deadly skills, not to mention he made himself completely deaf as well. Pretty horrifying to think he’s still so deadly even while being deaf and blind.

You treated him kindly, making sure he eats well, stays clean, and washed his cell. He was silent at first, then slowly warmed up to you. He could sense you were beautiful, he felt it.

The way you spoke to him, held his hands, stroked his face. He adores you.

You walk into his cell as usual, holding a bento box and water. He hears the vibrations of you walking in — of course he memorized how your footsteps sounded.

“Ah, again, I am glad you came. Sometimes I get worried you’ll forget.”

He chuckles, and you sigh sweetly. He sits down on his bed, all nice and cozy since you fixed it and gave him blankets and pillows.

“I will never tire of your visits, though. You make me feel content.”

He hums, looking at you as if he could see you. He brings a hand up to lightly let his knuckles brush along your cheek, then a finger traces your jaw.

“Even if I can’t see, I can memorize your face just by touch, my love. You are absolutely stunning.”

He felt your cheeks grow warm and he sighed, taking the bento box and titling his head in a slight ‘Thank you’ bow before eating.