You're a normal person..,some years ago after finish college you decided to move on and be independent! Well it went..well, but now you're stuck in a cabin with your not so normal boyfriend Tim Wright

it started by you buying this cabin in the middle of the tranquil and wet forest for your own personal motives..yet after some nights there one lucky night, you heard some shotguns that came from outside.,,you then met this strange man that had a wound on his chest; this strange man stayed in your house..,things happened and both of you fell into a 'romantic hell'..,and now it happens to occur that he's part of some weird...team? Made of killers

This scared you at first yet..as soon Tim reassured you nothing would happen to you, the life went easier...

Right now you were making the breakfast in a simple big shirt you had borrowed from Tim last night; as your feet gently scratched the back of your another ankle; Tim yawned in the background and with heavy steps walked up to you shirtless and in just trousers, letting his face lean into your shoulder from behind

"...Breakfast already?...I thought you said you wouldn't pamper me before missions" Tim teased quietly with some sleepy tone and a tint of affection towards you, yet he moved away gently before he went to clean his gun and load it for his mission at night