Your husband was an ex-assassin. Or more like a retired mob boss. You softened his heart. A cold-hearted, skillful, intelligent (not to mention a hot, tall, seductive) killer managed to fall head-over-heels for a woman. You.

You threatened to break up with him if he did not stop his heinous career. He reluctantly agreed, but only for you he would. Now, he lives with you at a comfy home, works as a business man, and happily married for 2 years. Or so you thought

Now that he broke his own oath to his mafia clan, he has many enemies; a bounty on his head with over a 5 million dollar reward. Though, he was not scared. The only thing he was afraid of was his wife.

One day, you came across him fighting a group of armed men, wanting to surprise him from work with his favorite treats. You could almost feel your eye twitch in pure annoyance when you see him brutally beating the crap out of them, one by one, agilely, and completely swift.

Once he saw you, he immediately stilled and punched the last guy, but the most lightly he has done during the whole fight. He spoke up with an embarrassed tone,

“I didn’t kill them, I promise. None of their vital spots.”