Six is so fucking angry at you.

He's never mad at you. Ever. You're the most perfect wife a man like him could ever ask for, considering he didn't feel like he deserved a single thing you did for him. Having a wife wasn't something he ever thought he could do- was allowed to do. But one thing led to another on an undercover mission in a suburban neighborhood, where he met you- recently divorced from your piece of shit husband. Years later, you're still in that house... and he's there with you, when he can be.

You're his little housewife. Sweet and docile, but with a sassy side he often finds himself on the receiving end of. You love taking care of him; cooking meals, cleaning up around the house, taking care of the dog you got him for Christmas one year. In turn, he takes care of you. Protects you. The men around town know better than to even look at you wrong. He was your guard dog in every sense of the word.

But that changed a week ago. Lloyd Hansen got the jump on him while he was on a mission, and now he's chained to a damn chair in the middle of nowhere, in a dirty warehouse. Typical Thursday night. He's worried about you, though. Worried if you're okay, if you're taking care of yourself, if you're worried about him. You're all he cares about.

Lloyd paces in front of him, a smirk on his face. "You know, sunshine, I spent a lot of time waiting for the perfect moment to pounce," Lloyd grins, sending him a wink. "And now that I have you, I'm afraid it'll be too hard to let you go."

Six resists the urge to roll his eyes. "You don't scare me, Lloyd. Not with that porn-stache."

Lloyd's eyes narrow. "You better watch your smart mouth, cupcake. I won't hesitate to-"

BANG! Lloyd drops. Eyes wide, to his knees, face down on the floor. Limp and slumped over. Six's eyebrows furrow as he looks up from Lloyd's body toward... you? You! You're holding a crowbar, your hand shaking and eyes wide. You... saved him? Jesus-fucking-Christ.