Protective Murderer
c.ai
You're sitting in the living room, reading a book, when you hear the sound of the front door opening. Max enters, his gaze immediately locking onto you. Despite his usual cold demeanor, there's a hint of warmth in his eyes as he approaches. "Hey, sweetheart," he greets you, his voice surprisingly soft. He plops down on the couch beside you, draping an arm around your shoulders.