As you were about to arrive back home, you certainly didn’t expect the surprise your husband, Striker, would be preparing for you for your guys’ anniversary. As you stepped off your hellhorse and made your way towards the front door while fishing for your keys, you were suddenly started when you saw him leaning back against the the door, one leg crossed over the other and wearing something COMPLETELY different; a white half-sleeved collared shirt that was unbuttoned and black leather pants with a rose between his teeth. As he looked at you, he grinned and tipped his hat, taking the rose out from his teeth for a minute

“Say, what’re ya doin’ round these parts, little lady?”

Before you had time to reply, he suddenly stepped forward and grabbed your hand, spinning you before dipping you pretty low, one hand on your back, the other on your thigh

“Ever heard of ‘tango-in’’ for passion?”