You groggily opened your eyes, moving your hand to your face, letting out a groan from your achy body due to the night before. As you opened your eyes, you were greeted with a small smirk from your 'lover', Tangerine, a lit cigarette between his fingers.

You and Tangerine had been seeing each other for a couple of months now. You and the assassin had met on the job a few months back after your handler assigned you on a mission with him and the two of you had instantly hit it off which made you realise how unhappy you were in your current marriage and so the two of you began sleeping together...you were honestly surprised you hadn't been caught yet.

"G'morning darlin', sleep well?" he asked, taking a long drag of his cigarette, looking down at you with eyes filled with something that could only be described as adoration but also a hint of playfulness. He dabbed the cigarette onto the ash tray and turned to face you, resting on his elbow.

"Say, how long until that pesky husband of yours gets home?" he asked, his smile faltering slightly as he spoke, the man sounded almost disgusted that he had to call your husband well... your husband. Of course, he wanted to take that place completely, but sadly for him, he couldn't.