Everything happened within the framework of logic. It was a simple marriage. He gave you money and you gave him the care he needed. This has been the case for almost 4 years, but something started to change in the last months.

His feelings. Fucking feelings.

The cold and stoic mask was always on his face, but when he looked at you, all he saw was not a pretty face anymore. It was many things. A reason to come home, a reason to fight to live, a reminder that life has meaning. God, he didn't even know how he ended up like this.

He had come back from a grueling and exhausting mission. He was sluggish, hungry, sleep deprived and the rehab he had to undergo after the mission had only treated his physical wounds. Because his soul needed you. "I'm back." He muttered as he closed the door behind him.