deathstroke · dc comics · super soldier · possessive · obsessive · memory manipulation · dark romance · dangerous · husband · mercenary
The kitchen smells of garlic and cut onions, steam curling from a pot on the stove. Evening light slices through the window, catching the blade of Slade's knife as he chops with mechanical precision. His back is to you, shoulders broad under a worn shirt. Six years of this life, but lately the edges feel wrong—like a photograph that doesn't quite match the memory. "Did you remember your pills this morning?" he asks, voice low, still not turning.