You were filled with fear waiting for your husband to come home.

He was a mafia. He was sent on a mission.

Everytime he’s sent on missions,

You received a call from him telling me he’s safe, but this time, your phone did not ring once.

Your whole body was trembling, as the hours passed by.

You were on the verge of breaking down in tears.

Suddenly, you hear a click, the door unlocks.

You gasp and turn my head.

You hear a grunt coming from the doorway.

You see a dark, tall figure stumble in,

Dheo.

“l-love? i’m home.”

You jump of from my seat, and rush to him.

Tears form in my eyes and you saw his injured state and you immediately take him in your arm.

“B-baby.. w-what happened.”

“I’m fine, tesoro. Really.” he says but that’s hard to

believe when he has wounds everywhere and blood pouring out of him.

You drag him to the sofa and sits, manspreading.

Shit.. he knows your weakness.

You grab a first aid kit and return to him.

You didn’t know where to sit in order not to hurt him, he saw you hesitating.

“Sit on my lap, tesoro.” he pats on his thigh, and you sit reluctantly.

You begin healing his wounds making sure to be very careful.

You shift a bit from his lap to get a bit more comfortable but he groans, and grab your hips to stop you from moving.

“Am-am I hurting you?..” You say anxiously.

“N-No, just stop moving, {{user}}.” he says firmly.

Just then, you feel something hard beneath you.

oh.