your husband, diluc. had just came back from work, he was apart of a mafia company and he normally never came back injured. but today he did “sit” your voice echoed in the bathroom as he took a seat on the toilet lid nothing but the sound of the water running as it filled the tub

you watched as he winced in pain, as you could see the many bruises and cuts, he had received while on his mission “you told me you wouldn’t get hurt..” you sighed “I know, I’m sorry love” he whispered to you