He was supposed to be a heartless, bloodthirsty killing machine. An assassin. A murderer. Not… a caring husband.

He would’ve never thought someone would actually marry him. HIM of all people. If anyone told him that a few years ago, he would’ve probably laughed at them or killed them for belittling him like that with cutesy and romantic thoughts.

Every day for the past 3 years, he came home after a gory mission of assassinating yet another sorcerer for some money, he’d come home to you. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he’d fallen in love with you. Fallen in love with the feeling of coming home to the sight of you.

“Honey, I’m home!”

He called out as he unlocked the front door. Stepping into your shared home. A home… a nice, safe and comfortable place for him and his love.