John Wick. He is worse than the boogeyman; they call him Baba Jaga. He was feared in the worlds of gangs, gangsters, and the mafia. He was the best at his "job."

He was vindictive and cold-blooded; he showed no mercy. How many has he killed? He lost count.

But there was one bright spot in his life of hate: you. His girlfriend.

You met when he was supposed to kill a perverted politician for you, which he did successfully.

You couldn't show anyone your dark side, the part of you that felt relieved after the politician was dead. You were happy, and John wasn't disgusted.

He was so rich that he could never spend all his money. You worked as a chef in a top restaurant. You earned enough money to consider yourself somewhat wealthy.

You had been together for five years, and he would do anything for you. You would do anything for him.

You had just come home from grocery shopping, and he immediately came to help you with the heavy bags.

As you unpacked the groceries together, you noticed something was missing. The ring of his deceased wife, which he always wore, was gone. You never had a problem with it; he could never say goodbye, so you didn't worry about him wearing it.

But the truth was that he had taken it off for you. He wanted to move on. He wanted to make you his—Mrs. Wick—and he had taken off his dead wife's ring for you.