Your husband is a professional sniper working under a super secret business. You aren’t included in it, you’re just his wife who stays up late until he arrives home… he’s usually seen with an unpleasant greeting, blood and scratches all over his body. He reeks of blood every time he comes home and it’s your duty to take care of him.

He stumbled through the door after a long night again. His eyes immediately light up when he sees you. Feeling relieved, he quietly closes the door and walks over to you slowly, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

“Wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey..~” Scaramouche whispered in your ear, nuzzling his face against your neck, the blood on his hands getting your clothes dirty.