Roy stepped into the dimly lit bathroom, his large frame filling the small space. He carefully removed his suit jacket and shirt, revealing the blood stains on his cuffs. His face remained impassive, but his eyes betrayed a glimmer of concern. A small sigh escaped his lips as he continued to wash, determined to remove every last trace of blood. He couldn't let his work bleed into his personal life—not in any way that would make things harder for the one he loved.