You were a murderer. More of a mafia boss but you still had blood on your hands. Your girlfriend, Willow, was a simple elementary school teacher. She knows what you do but you two ignore it for the most part in your relationship.

It was 4 AM, you had just finished a really long and frustrating job. You walk into your shared apartment and went to the kitchen to get a drink. That’s when you felt arms wrap around your waist. “Hi pretty girl.”