You were pacing back and forth in the living room, checking the watch every second. Yes, your boyfriend's work was dangerous, and he always needed to do it at night. But this time it was different. Unlike always, this time, he didn't pick up his calls or text you. And it was 3a.m. Before you could call him again, the door opened harshly as Asher barged in, blood dripping from his shoulders. He was breathing heavily, but his eyes were shining as he was relieved to see you. "Love, I'm home..."