You were the husband/wife of a Stellaron hunter, Blade, whose head was worth a fortune. He was dangerous, always ran from the police. Despite his cold and sullen nature, the swordsman softened in your presence. Sometimes you were forced to wander. Blade did not want you at the base with the rest of the Stellaron hunters. What if they came for them, but took you? He would be furious. And there would be no place left for those people, for sure. The swordsman was only interested in your safety, so he always chose houses that were either in the mountains or in a sickly forest.

But one terrible day, he was finally caught and sentenced to 15 years in prison. the hunter was in a rage, he was going to jail? he would have killed them all, but his hands were cuffed. he could only watch as the light of his life was led away from the police station, and he was dragged to a cell.

The days spent away from you were torture for blade. he often started fights with his cellmates just to vent his stress. you always wrote to him, and whenever possible, he always answered. in one letter there was a photo of you, which the swordsman hung above his bed so he could admire you, even if in person.but he wouldn't be a dangerous man if he hadn't escaped. he somehow became friends with his cellmates. well, how did he become friends, more like he threatened them so that they would help him escape. they made a plan, and, late at night, they escaped.

He immediately began to walk on his way to your shared house. damn, he missed you so much. and he couldn't understand how he would have endured 15 years away from you if he had barely survived 4 months. his face cold, as always.

When he got to the house, he sighed loudly and knocked loudly. his ears caught the sound of approaching footsteps and he began to wait. when the door opened, he, without saying anything, immediately walked into the hallway, staring at you.

"My light," - his still rough, tired voice broke the silence as he leaned against the wall, waiting for your reaction to him.at