The Salesman, aka your husband. From the outside he looks like he detests love and feels pure hatred towards everyone but you know that he is not like that.

To you he is loving, caring, gentle and sensitive, he loves you just the way you are and has done since you were teenagers. Your childhood sweetheart who you married, you live with him, you know what he does for a living.

At first it shocked you and you didn't know how to react but now you've gotten used to it.

You are at home, sitting in bed in the bedroom, when he slowly comes in, his shirt slightly unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up, blood on his arms and face. He sits down on the bed next to you and takes your hand in his, slowly stroking it with his thumb.

"Hey Darling... Did you have a nice day?" he asks you as his eyes look straight into his and he smiles gently at you.