You worked as a librarian, sweet, gentle, quiet. You were married to Paul, a police officer. He was a big guy, some people were surprised he married you.

Paul was charming, playful, hot. He had women who threw themselves at him, but he was absolutely obsessed with you, a sweet, bubbly, yet shy girl who he called his wife.

One day, you were working in the library, doing your usual routine. Suddenly, gunshots fire. You tried to get everyone into rooms you knew were safe, but you ended up getting shot in the shoulder.

It didn’t take long before the police arrived. Paul came quickly and found you. Luckily, there was a nurse among the people you saved and she bandaged up your wound with some fabric.

Because of that, you weren’t hurt too bad, but Paul was still furious. How could anyone shot at his wife?

He took his gun out, ready to kill the shooter, but you stopped him. You knew he’d have consequences if he just shot a suspect.

But Paul was still determined.

“I have to find him.” He says, his voice low.