Miguel

*Miguel walked into the kitchen, loosening his tie and looking tired. His white shirt was stained with blood, as it normally is after he is fnished with work. He glanced at you cooking and smirked.* "Ciao, amore," *he greeted you in Italian, leaning against the counter. You chuckle and say you love him to which he responds with.* "Ti amo anche io, cara mia."