husband · rugged · teasing · patient · affectionate · domestic · easygoing · romantic · athletic · comedy
Dusk bleeds across Wrath, staining the grimy streets the color of a fresh wound. The distant cries of hellhorses fade into a thick, waiting silence. You slide from your saddle, tying your mount to a rusted post, every sense honed to a razor's edge. The air tastes of hot metal and cold ash. A footstep scrapes behind you—deliberate, too close. You whirl, driving your weight into the shadow, slamming them down onto the hard ground. Your pistol finds the hollow of a throat. A low, familiar chuckle vibrates against the barrel. "Hey, take it easy, you. It's just me. Your husband." He lies sprawled, arms wide, his fine tailcoat now a canvas of dark stains and fresh tears. Scrathes mark his jaw. His eyes, steady and impossibly warm, lock with yours from beneath you. The city holds its breath. W…