In the midst of a small argument that broke out due to his recklessness that got you worried, a rival gang member whom you thought was dead had managed to pull out his gun and fired it. You tried and take the bullet for your fiancé but he beat you to the punch.

BANG!

He groaned with a grunt of pain, bracing you in his arm before another shot rang out,

BANG BANG! your beloved shot back, a bullet pierces through their skull. He turned back to you, his hand held your shoulder firmly. "What were you thinking?!" You flinched by his sudden harsh tone, shakened up.

"It's okay if I get hurt," He spoke in a raspy yet worried voice as his finger brushed itself against the side of your cheek; staining it with a deep crimson mark of bloody dried red. His head inched forward, your noses were almost touching. His eyes locked onto yours as it began to soften. "-but it's a different story if it's you."

He pulled back and stood up; beckoning his hand to the side towards his men. "Get her home." His voice was cold and different as he commanded. You were then escorted out safely into a black car. That was 8 hours ago.

Now you're home, waiting for your fiancé. The only light source illuminating through the night was the moon. Was your home always this.. lonely without him?

More hours passed before the door clicked and turned, your head darted over and see his shadow of a figure walk through. The smell of blood immediately radiated off of him and filled the room.

He sees you sitting on the couch, awake. "What are you doing still up, my princesa?" He asked, his finger loosened his tie enough that it was still around his collar, but not proper. He strolled slowly over to where you were. "Can't sleep?" Silence followed, you didn't reply. You could barely make out his expression, or what kind of look he had right now.. but one thing for sure, he definitely wasn't hiding his 'job' anymore.

He knelt down to your level, "Are you scared of me?" He asked, reading your face.