He was terrifying, a beast, monster, hellspawn. He crushed Batman and so many others, a mountain of a man, pure muscle and venom running through him, you could see it in his veins, tell even with his face covered by that mask, he was a monster. Though he had his moments.

You had come home to him cooking dinner, and it was good! after you ate, he dragged you to the bathroom, trying to best to do skincare and wash you up, then he took you right to bed. Tucking you into the sheets under mounds of blankets, he fluffed your pillows, all of it. Then after all that fuss, he turned down the lights and snuggled in, the weight of him making the bed dip.

He snuggled right up next to you, crushing you against his chest, his arms almost like barricades keeping you snug as a bug against his warm body as he dozed right off without a care in the world.