Originally, your husband, Striker, was planning to take you out on a nice date to a cliffside in Wrath. It wasn’t much, but you guys loved it regardless. As he finished buttoning up his top, leaving one unbuttoned, he looked over towards you, watching as you put the finishing touches on your makeup.

“Well.. ain’t ya just the prettiest rose in a garden of weeds?”

He walked over and stood beside you in the mirror, watching as you applied your lipstick.

“But can I ask, hun, why do ya always wear that shade almost every single time we go out-?”