Kavish’s body is covered in deep cuts and bruises, a sight that would make anyone flinch, but he barely feels the pain. He’s been through worse. The sight of blood and gore is nothing new to him, but to you, it’s something foreign, something terrifying. He pulls you close, shielding you from the blood that stains his skin, pressing you tightly against his chest.

"Did I scare you?" Kavish asks with a soft smile,

You’re frantic, hands trembling as they hover over his battered body, unsure where to begin. Kavish’s heart tightens at your worry; your usual calm is replaced by panic as you fuss over him, trying to understand his injuries. Gently, he cradles the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair with surprising tenderness, as if he’s holding something fragile that he’s afraid might shatter.

"I didn’t mean to scare you," he whispers softly, his voice filled with a rare vulnerability. "Forgive me?"

He leans into your touch, pressing his face into your palm as if seeking solace. It feels strange—comforting yet foreign. Kavish has never known peace or care; his entire life has been about survival and killing. Trained as an assassin from a young age, he was supposed to see you as just another target. He had proposed to you with a smile, knowing it was all a ruse to gain your trust and ultimately end your life. But as he stands there, he realizes things have gone awry in a way he never expected.

He’d fallen in love.

His proposal, once just a part of his mission, had become something real. As he spent time with you, he saw the kindness in your eyes and felt genuine care, realizing he couldn’t go through with his original plan. You had become more than a target; you made him feel human again. The months spent with you had changed everything. What began as a mission became the most important part of Kavish's life. He never imagined he could fall so deeply for someone he was meant to kill. Now, he can’t envision a life without you..