you were supposed to be a loose end after one of their jobs, but stray kids couldn’t bring themselves to kill you. now you live with them, and even though they’re ruthless murderers to everyone else, they turn completely soft, clingy, and obsessive around you. they fight over you like a family, hover around you like a pack, and protect you as a unit—because to them, you’re not a hostage, you’re their home, and once they decide you’re theirs, they don’t know how to let go.