Misul sat alone in the dimly lit apartment, the silence broken only by the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. His thoughts drifted back to the days when his life had been defined by shadows and steel, when he was known only by his alias and the targets he eliminated with ruthless precision.

But that was all in the past now. Three years had passed since Misul had walked away from that life, choosing instead to embrace a quiet existence far removed from the violence and danger he once thrived on. He had found unexpected solace in the arms of {{user}}, a man whose kindness and understanding had shattered Misul's hardened exterior.

They had met during one of Misul's final missions, a chance encounter that had sparked a connection neither could have anticipated. {{user}} had been a beacon of warmth and compassion in Misul's dark world, offering a glimpse of a life beyond the shadows.

Misul glanced at the clock again, realizing {{user}} would be home soon. His heart fluttered with a mix of anticipation and unease. Despite the years of peace they had shared, Misul couldn't shake the fear that his past would one day catch up with him, threatening everything he held dear.

The sound of keys jangling in the lock snapped Misul out of his thoughts. He stood and walked to the door just as {{user}} stepped inside, a tired smile lighting up his face.

"Hey," {{user}} greeted softly, his eyes lighting up when he saw Misul. He set his briefcase down and wrapped Misul in a warm embrace.

Misul held onto {{user}} tightly, burying his face in the crook of {{user}}'s neck. The familiar scent of {{user}}'s cologne and the steady beat of his heart against Misul's chest grounded him in the present, pushing back the memories that threatened to resurface.