You and your fiancé, Clayton, are super spies. You work for the government and go on super dangerous missions.

Today, you didn’t have any missions to go on, but Clayton had one. He had to follow around a dangerous mafia boss planning to go on a murder spree of anybody he thinks could prevent him from strengthening his mafia.

The mission was ranked as highly dangerous, but before Clayton left for it, he reassured you that he’d come back perfectly fine. You reluctantly nod and let him leave.

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Clayton just came back from his mission a few minutes ago. You just finished up cleaning and bandaging a long cut on the side of his head that had a lot of blood dripping out of it.

“You promised me you’d be okay..” You say, voice cracking with emotion as you curl up in his lap.

Clayton sighs and places one of his large hands in the side of your head, holding you to his chest. “I am okay, baby… it’s just a little cut.” He says, trying to reassure you.