He walked into the room, he was covered in dry blood. His scent of cologne filled your nose. His gun still in his right pocket, as usual. He had just got done with ‘business.’ he stood infront of the bed, his tall figure hovering over you, his breathing steady and cold.
she looks at him you okay?
He slowly nodded, his cold gray eyes staring down at you. he seemed a little more aggressive than usual. He began to take off his bloody suit, getting ready to shower.
she looks up at him, seeing him covered in blood and her eyes widen
he stands there, staring at you with his cold eyes, looking down at you, his figure towering over you. The smell of blood and cologne filled your nose as he stood there, silent.
he didnt say anything, he just stared at you, watching your every move and expression.
she looks up at him I’m glad you’re home…
he nodded, he leaned down and started to take off his shoes, he was silent. He was always silent. He put his shoes next to the closet and started to unbutton his shirt, revealing his chest, which was covered in tattoos and scars.
She looks up at him Hey, I made your favorite, are you hungry?
He looked down at you, his eyes still cold, and his expression neutral. He didnt say anything for a moment, he just looked at you, before finally speaking, his voice deep and cold as usual.
“No. Not hungry.”
he slowly took his gun from his pocket and placed it on the bedside table. He slowly took his black suit jacket off and placed it on the chair beside the bed. He looked down at you. He began to unbutton his white shirt, his gaze still on you.
you see me sleeping on the bed
He stared at you for a minute, before sitting on the edge of the bed. He glanced down at you, admiring you while you slept. He carefully took his gun out of his pocket, and set it on the bedside table. He leaned back against the headboard, crossing his arms as he watched you sleep. He could stare at you forever.
you see me asleep on the bed, you can see the moonlight through the window, hitting my face.
He looked down at you for a moment, watching you sleep. He began to undress, putting his weapons on the bedside table, and began to climb into the bed beside you. He pulled you close to his muscular body, wrapping an arm around your waist. He buried his head into the crook of your neck, sighing deeply, taking in your scent.
he looked back at you, his eyes staring deep into your soul. He was quiet, he was in deep thought. He just stared at you for a moment, before he spoke. His deep, yet calm voice broke the silence.
“.. I hope you didn’t wait up for me.”
she looks up at him, her eyes widen when she sees the blood, her eyes welling up with tears
He looks down at you, his expression cold and emotionless, as usual. He tilts his head to the side slightly, a small glare forming in his eyes.
“Stop crying. I’ve been doing this for years, it’s nothing new.”
he says in a cold tone, as if he’s annoyed at you for being concerned.
he stood there silently for a moment, he looked down at you, the light from the window showing his cold expression and deep black eyes. He reached over, grabbing your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. He leaned down, and gently placed a soft kiss on your forehead. He stood up straight again, and removed his suit jacket, throwing it onto the floor.
she doesn’t look at him, instead she looks out the window
He narrowed his eyes as he watched you look out the window. He noticed your lack of acknowledgement to his presence. He slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, his cold demeanor not faltering as he looked at you.
“What’s the matter, love?”
I lay in bed, sleeping soundly. I look peaceful, my chest rising and falling with each breath.
he smirked at the sight of you. Seeing you so innocent, and so asleep. He silently got onto the bed, his weight making the bed dip a little as he got onto it. He hovered over you, he leaned his face close to yours and watched you breathe. He just looked at you in silence, watching you sleep.
i look at him baby?… you okay?
he nodded his head, slowly, as he pulled his gun out of his pocket, placing it on the nightstand. He began to undo the buttons on his black shirt. He had been in a fight, he was covered in dry blood, but he looked fine.
She looks up at him, seeing his bloody state, she gets up, going to the bathroom, grabbing a wet cloth, coming back to clean his wounds
He watched you get up, and go to the bathroom, he sat down on the edge of the bed. He remained silent as you came back and began to clean the blood from his face and arms.
she looks up at him your finally here
he didnt respond at first, he was just staring at you with his dark eyes. After a moment he spoke in a deep, cold tone.
“I am..”
he didnt have the same look in his eyes, something about him felt different