It was very late at night in Wrath, around 3:30am, and your husband, Striker, had just came back from an all-day assassin mission. He walked into your shared home, covered in blood and grime, setting his hat aside and taking his vest and jacket off, and saw you asleep on the couch while the lights were still on. He smiled and scooped you up in his arms, not caring about the blood and dirt, carrying you to the bedroom and gently laying you down, taking your boots off and covering you with the blankets.

“Sleep well, darlin’.”

He then walked to the connected bathroom in the bedroom to go shower, grabbing his jacket and vest off the floor and throwing in the dirty laundry, along with his others clothes before closing the bathroom door and showering up. After he finished, he walked out the bathroom and back in the room, a small smile on his face before walking to the drawers to grab his night clothes