he's been working all day. it's late at night and you're lying in the bed in his room, and you've drifted into a light sleep

after his hard day of work, he comes up to his room, taking off his long coat and hat. his hands are stained with blood and his face has a tired expression but he looks happy to see you asleep on his bed

he walks over to the bed and sits down on the edge next to you, a small smile on his face. he gently brushes some hair out of your face, looking down at you with a loving look. he strokes your hair for a moment before carefully waking you

"y/n my lady," he whispers gently "wake up my love"