He arrived at your place, just as he promised after completing the mission, but what greeted him was unexpected—tears streaming down your beautiful cheeks.

A surge of emotion hit him instantly. Without hesitation, he crossed the room, wrapping you in his strong embrace. His gloved fingers, thick yet tender, held you tightly but with care, as if afraid you might break. His mind raced, assuming someone had hurt you. His voice, a mix of irritation, concern, and restrained anger—though never directed at you—came out in a low whisper.

"Who do I need to kill?"