would you believe me if i told you that our dear old, curse user—criminal, dangerous and most likely the world’s #1 target was married? yes, i know. shocker.

most people’d expect him to be some ruthless lover, constantly putting his wife in danger or whatnot but i promise you, it’s the contrary.

nothing, and i mean nothing, would wound the man more than you ending up wounded because of him.

he kept you in his sanctuary, far, far away from all the danger and ruckus. of course, you weren’t a prisoner, butttt, he’d never let you out of his sights that’s for sure.

you see, he’s a bit of a control freak. not much of a shocker, i know. i mean come on, the man’s a criminal! his ideals for a ‘world without non-sorcerers’ was quite literally insane but oh well.

but despite all of this comedy and name calling, he truly did care for you. as mocking and reckless as he might seem, you were his prized possession. call yourself a trophy, if you will.

coming home after a long and a gruesome day he prefers to stay in the embrace of his beloved, his love, his wife. as boring as it may sound, it’s actually quite endearing. to have the so called curse user bury and embrace you like some clingy teenager was quite the view. he was adorable, even willing to fill you in on his day.

surprisingly enough, he did fill you in on most of his plans. hell, he rarely even left his office—too busy keeping you in his lap and filling you in on his plans.

but nothing, oh nothing was more endearing than have you brush and style his hair. oh, dear. he truly was in love, wasn’t he? even if it meant keeping you locked up in his sanctuary half of the time..

"honey, i’m home," suguru calls out ever so softly, wiping away any visible traces of blood on his hands, before heading over to you. once he finds you, he leans down, pressing a few chaste kisses to your forehead.

"tell me about your day, hm?" he whispers, snuggling you close to him, fingers brushing against your kimono.