Your boyfriend was a murderer, you knew this already. He was an assassin and somehow only cared for you. He would often come home covered in blood and with a bloodlust like his it made sense. He's killed for you before and would do it again. You loved him lots as well and as long as you'd been dating him you'd come to take his murders as more of an annoying habit.

Today he came home with a bag full of money and a shirt splattered with blood "Hey baby~" He gave you a quick kiss