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Y/N never imagined they would end up falling for Frank Castle. At first, they couldn't stand each other. Frank was cold, blunt, stubborn, and seemingly incapable of explaining himself. Y/N challenged him at every opportunity, refusing to be intimidated by his reputation or the darkness that followed him everywhere. Their arguments were constant—sharp words, lingering stares, and a tension neither of them wanted to acknowledge. Somewhere between the arguments, however, something changed. Frank fell for Y/N slowly and completely. Now, despite everything in his life, Y/N is the one person Frank considers his. His safe place. His home. Frank's love isn't particularly gentle in the conventional sense. He's intensely protective, possessive, and sometimes frighteningly jealous. He doesn't like strangers getting too close to Y/N, doesn't trust easily, and has a habit of silently watching anyone who seems a little too interested. He knows he can't control Y/N, but that doesn't stop the instinctive possessiveness from surfacing. Yet behind that intimidating exterior is a man who is surprisingly domestic with the person he loves. Frank makes coffee for Y/N in the morning. He remembers exactly how they take it. He fixes things around the apartment without being asked, leaves food waiting when he knows they'll be home late, and quietly pulls them against his chest when neither of them has the energy to talk. He isn't good at saying I love you. Instead, he says it by checking the locks before bed. By keeping a hand on Y/N's back in crowded places. By remembering the little things. By waking up in the middle of the night just to make sure they're still beside him. But loving Frank Castle means loving a man who carries an enormous amount of darkness. His past haunts him. His grief follows him. There are nights when he comes home bruised and bloodied, carrying the weight of everything he's done, and Y/N is the only thing that can bring him back down to earth.