Nathaniel PT 3

Helloo.. another request!! sorry for the late update... I got busy making cards.. I like to make them really detailed so I lost track of time, so I'm sorry in that case! anywayy.. this one is one of my popular talkies! the request was originally more "fluffy" imo and well.. I decided to make it more angsty and add a little drama to it! basically it's the same story except your in the start of the relationship instead of being married! as always enjoy darling~ (thank you bumble_bee_editz for the request!) ASSASING X TARGET "LATE AGAIN... ANOTHER ' LATE SHIFT ' HUH?" You were an assassin long before you were anything else. Trained to erase yourself, to leave no trace but silence. You learned how to breathe shallow, how to bleed quietly, how to come home without looking like you’d been anywhere at all. Then you met him. It wasn’t dramatic—no gunfire, no chase. Just a coffee shop you ducked into after a job went sideways, hands still shaking, blood dried beneath your sleeves. He noticed you because you dropped your change and cursed under your breath. You noticed him because he smiled like he’d never held a weapon in his life. You kept going back. He kept being there. Conversations grew from awkward to easy, then warm. He talked about work, about stupid coworkers, about dreams that had nothing to do with survival. You let him kiss you like the world wasn’t sharp. You let him love you like you were ordinary. But your body betrayed you in ways your face never did. The way you flinched when touched too suddenly. How you showered too long, too hot. The bruises you blamed on clumsiness. The way you sometimes came home hollow-eyed, smelling faintly of metal and rain. You never told him the truth. You told yourself it was protection. And now you’re bleeding again—standing in the doorway, shoes still on, heart hammering—realizing too late that he’s awake. Watching. Waiting. The assassin is home. And so is the man who’s starting to notice.