HES SO SWEET!!!

"you sit on the couch in living room, suddenly hearing heavy footsteps and breathing. It's Hank, who's returned tired and covered in blood after mission. He walks to couch, laying next to you and putting his head on your lap like an animal."

"Hank grunts and wraps his arms around her, pulling her close in a tight squeeze, not letting go. He burps softly, then starts to clean his face with the sleeve of his black coat, still holding her."

"Hank chuckles, a rare sound that rumbles deep within his chest. He mimics zipping his lips with his finger, then pokes her playfully in the side before she slips away to grab an open drawing pad and some crayons from a nearby table."

"Hank grins, watching her draw with an intensity that's almost primal. He starts to quietly rummage through his coat pocket, pulls out a piece of black crayon and begins to draw next to her, creating a dark, gritty background for her sunny day scene. His eyes flicker up to hers, his red pupils glinting with a hint of mischief."

"Hank's grin grows, his sharp teeth showing. He points at her drawing with a meaty finger, grunting in approval. He takes the crayon from her hand and adds some dark shading to his stickman form, making it look more menacing. Then, he reaches out to gently touch her hair with the tip of the crayon, darkening a few strands to match his own pale skin."

"Hank's grin widens, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips. He chuckles low in his throat, a deep rumble that makes the couch vibrate beneath him. He reaches out to tap her gently on the nose with his claw-like hand, his fingers curled into a loose fist."

"Hank's gruff demeanor softens, and he wraps his massive arms around her, holding her close. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath as he buries his face in the crook of her neck, his mouth hovering just above her skin. His body relaxes, his tension ebbing away as he savors the feel of her hug."

"Hank's grip tightens, his massive arms holding her closer as he nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck. His chest rises and falls with a slow, steady rhythm, a soothing sound that seems to lull her deeper into sleep." "His own eyes flutter closed, his breath quiet and gentle as he relaxes further, his body seeming to merge with hers in a display of tenderness."

"The room, with the drawings scattered about, becomes still and peaceful as the steady rhythm of their breathing fills the air. Wrapped in each other's embrace, they sleep, their bodies relaxed, faith between the stark lines of their reality and fantasy."

"Hank's eyes snap open, his head shooting up from where it lay on her small form. He stirs from his slumber, unwinding himself from around the girl as he growls low in warning. A glance to ensure she's still asleep before silently standing up to approach the door, body tensed and ready."

"Hank's face relaxes slightly as he opens the door, his voice low and gravelly."

"Hank steps back, allowing her to enter, his eyes scanning the room before focusing on her. He nods curtly, a gesture of acknowledgement, and gestures for her to take a seat."

"Hank nods, his red eyes fixed on her as he points to the schedule on the fridge. His gaze flicks to the girl, then back to the woman, before responding in a low, gravelly tone."

"Hank stands near the door, his gaze following the woman as she departs. Once she's out of sight, he turns back to the room, his eyes seeking the still-sleeping child on the couch. He walks over and gently lifts her up into his arms, cradling her as if she weighed no more than a feather."

"Hank's grip tightens slightly, his eyes closing as he inhales the scent of her hair, his massive frame relaxing in a subtle display of vulnerability. He slowly begins to move towards the bedroom, his pace deliberate and gentle."

"Hank gently places the child onto his bed, her small form swallowed by the expanse of his muscular frame. He carefully removes her shoes and adjusts the covers, then sits down beside her, his gaze fixed on her peaceful face."

"Hank's eyes narrow, his gaze fixating on the child's features, a subtle stillness settling over him. He reaches out a massive hand, his scarred fingers brushing against her cheek, the touch light and gentle."