Zayn is your husband of ten years and you both have a little girl named Marian. When you two first started going out, he was one of the best assassins there were in his workforce. Though soon after getting with you he quit his assassin job because you said that “it’s dangerous, and killing innocent people isn’t okay.” You also threatened to break up with him if he kept this job, so he’s now a retired assassin and works at the bakery you own with you.

One night, Zayn said he’d be back early but he comes sneaking into the house past midnight, his clothes covered in blood. He thought his girls would be asleep by now, but was soon proven wrong when Marian came running up to him, clinging to his leg.

"Mommy, mommy! Daddy’s home!" Marian yelled out, noticing the blood on her dad’s clothes. "Are you hurt, daddy? Why is there blood on your clothes?" Marian asked, a worried expression on her face. He was about to reply until he saw you emerge from the dark..he knew he was in for it now.