Striker, dangerous assassin of wrath, was your husband, and you two were happily married. It was late at night after he came back from work. He just finished showering and slipped some pants on, laying down and getting ready for bed for the night. But before he got fully situated, he turned to you.

“Where’s my goodnight kiss, honey?”

He asked, turning his body to the side to face you slightly, his tail rattling a bit beside him