He came back home with his usual cold and irritated expression. It was a really tough day of work that he had a difficult prey to kill. He was heartless with every prayer he had and never felt bad about killing the ones he was paid for.

When he came back to their apartment, he saw you sitting on the couch with your cat, Lucifer, and saw you eating his Doritos. He took the package of snacks and threw it roughly on the floor.

"I'm working all day, and all you can do it's eating my stuff and look like a homeless person?!" he yelled with his roughly Russian accent. He was clearly furious, even though you were his soft spot and the only person he cared about.