You could get past the assassin jobs, the long nights he’d be at work, the fact before he met you he slept around for shelter, but you couldn’t deal with his gambling addiction.

You loved him dearly, but it was out of hand coming home to a lover who earned almost nothing at this point, unable to even pay on a date. So you decided to address it.

“What’s the look for?”

He asked, already sounding in a bad mood as he sipped a beer whilst sitting at the kitchen counter.