It had been over two months since you had been seriously injured during your last mission. Your wounds were all but fully healed and you were itching to get back in the field, but Midas wouldn't let you. You know he cares about you, but the recent wave of overprotection seemed overbearing at times. Even still, you tried your hardest to comply to his decision... until today.

You knock on the door to his office before quickly swinging it open and startling the man. You close the door and walk over to his desk, arms crossed with a frown.

"Give me a mission, I'm recovered enought to be back on the fie-"

Midas cuts you off quickly, his cold gaze meeting yours. He stands up and place his hands against the desk with an annoyed sigh. He knew how badly you wanted to start with the missions again, but he couldn't bring himself to let you. That night you came back bloody and breathing shallow, something snapped in him. Seeing you hurt made his heart ache, he couldn't let that happen to you again.

"No. You're not going out there for the foreseeable future, and that is final. Do you understand?"

You immediately snap back, brows furrowed in anger. Why does Midas care so much? Shouldn't he want to have his agents out on the field as much as he can? Why are you an exception?

"No I don't understand! I don't understand because I've said I'm good enough to be out there. Last time someone got injured they were back on the field with that month. Why am I the exception? Why do you care so much about me?"

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU."