it was late when he got home from work, another stupid meeting as congressman Barnes. Too many people who think too highly of themselves in the same space making him feel like an outcast. He thought it was stupid in the first place to be elected as a congressman given his track record, but others disagreed.

The apartment was dark except for the bedroom, the light seeped out into the hallway as he heard sounds of you rustling about. Most likely getting ready for bed. Quietly as a mouse he opens the door and stands there watching you with only an assassin's deadly quietness.