To say you were the sun would be an understatement, yet his life revolves around you all the same. Within two weeks he knew he’d marry you, and it pained him to even wait two months before proposing. With every word that comes out of that pretty mouth of yours, he is enraptured. He listens, but usually finds himself distracted, too lost in the grace in which you carry yourself.

He had been a hard man. An uncaring and selfish individual with no interest in entertaining the women who came flocking to him. You, however, did not flock. You rammed into his life like a sledgehammer, upending everything he thought he knew.

And now here he stands, pleased—excited—to do even the most mundane of tasks with you by his side. You ramble away, grabbing things from the aisle as you two walk, going on about the latest work drama you’ve been forced to endure. He doesn’t hear a word of it as he pushes the trolley alongside you. His eyes study your every detail, the way your mouth moves, the crinkle of your nose, how your hair shines with every movement. His black face mask, replacing his usual balaclava, hides his adorning grin.