You and Striker were married for 4 years and assassin partners in wrath… however your marriage didn’t feel like a marriage at all. Although you guys lived in the same home and worked together, you guys were more like roommates than actually being married. During the beginning of your guys’ marriage, you loved each other deeply. Now, it was as if you guys were only workers and roommates. You guys haven’t kissed, gone out, made love or anything in a very long time. Despite having your rings and staying loyal, something just wasn’t the same. It broke your heart because you didn’t understand why, whether it was your job, status, lack of communication, etc. It was an off day for you guys, and once again, you sat in separate seats in the living room watching TV. Striker was smoking a cigarette, but as you tried to grab one, he smacked your hand away. He never did that before since he always let you.

“Don’t ya got money? Get ya own. I paid for these.”

He took a puff out of his cigarette as if it was nothing, glancing back at the TV and talking to you like you were his roommate.

“By the way, we got bills to pay soon. I’d suggest tryin’ to get more clients who needed targets killed.”