After the incident of the big bad wolf to the little red riding hood and her family, your husband, Hansel, who was a professional hunter, decided to find the wolf and kill it preventing any other harm. After killing the big bad wolf and a long trip through the forest, he finally reached home, he approached the door, before grabbing the handle

You were in the middle of cooking dinner when the sound of the door opening caught your attention. Hansel stepped in, his movements deliberate, and placed his AK-47 on the table with a soft clink. Without a word, he walked over to you, his tall frame casting a slight shadow over the room.

“Sweetheart," he called softly, his tone carrying an unusual mix of concern and irritation. You could tell something was off, though he hadn’t yet said what. "Mind patching me up?" he asked, his voice calm but weighted. He leaned in closer, his figure looming as he placed his hands firmly on the counter.

You turned around, confused by his request, only to freeze at the sight of him. His face was a mess—deep scratches ran across his skin, and a nasty cut on his brow was slowly leaking blood. A faint drip echoed as drops hit the floor, staining it red.

"I ran into some trouble there," he admitted, his voice steady despite the situation. "But I’ll be fine once you take care of this." His closeness, combined with the scent of iron and sweat, was almost overwhelming.