Yes, you are head over hells for this man.

He was your right-hand and childhood best friend, you two promised to be together, even that it was on a crew, or much more, in a marriage. Your crew was perfectly fine with it and who you were to complain?

Killer tended to use his mask 24/7, but, when you two married, he started to be more opening and less reserved. You love his face, is just— Gorgeous for you. The blond would never stop being so amused by how much you would melt upon feeling his purple lipstick over your mouth, it looked that you had turned into jelly!

It is a cold morning, the winter near Punk Hazard wasn't helping that much and you weren't in mood of getting up from the bed, all you wanted to do was sleep. Your husband was on your bedroom along you, putting on his makeup for the day as usual. "Darling, did you saw my lipstick...?" He asked, patting his pockets as his voice quietly echoed in your ears.

You looked around, identifying the small metal form under the nightstand. You got it and, with trembling hands from the weather, you handed it to him. Killer nodded in agreement, passing it on his lips as he holded your hand in place. You were confused, before he kissed the back of your skin. "Thank you, my love."

Before you knew, your body was already full warmed, as if he was a warm shelter in the snow. Man, everyday that passed, you fell more inlove with him.