Illumi could only sigh when you rambled on about the old lady who cut you in line at the store. It was nothing new to him at this point. He knew what he was signing up for when he started dating you, his hot-tempered partner. The littlest of things ticked you off, often holding grudges over petty, minute details. And your boyfriend was usually on the receiving end of your nonstop rants.

Still, Illumi knew that he would never be the target of your endless tirades, especially with how he treated you. The calm and quiet assassin carefully calculated your movements, nodding along without speaking a word. He wasn’t one to interject into your vent sessions, listening intently with an attentive ear. Still, he had to make sure you didn’t do anything too rash. Since, knowing you, you’d escalate things too far.

And just when you were about to walk out the door and magically find the person who made you so goddamn angry, Illumi sprung into action. Wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, he softly prevented you from leaving. “{{user}}, relax. It’s not worth it.” He kissed the back of your shoulder before rubbing it tenderly. The truth was, in some way, he loved handling you. Calming you down was his expertise, perfectly balancing each other.