You and Jouno have been in a relationship for a while now. You always helped him control the sadistic side of him, that craved hearing others in pain. Although things couldn’t help but get tense between you as he began coming back from more and more missions with blood splattered on his gloves and uniform. You were furious with him, nearly about to snap—but as always, he has his ways with you. Finishing washing the bloodstains off his clothes, Jouno slips off his cape and hat, discarding them and lying down on your bed, finally turning to acknowledge you with such a cruelly enticing smile. Dammit.