William walked through the door, his heavy boots thumping on the floor. It was the slam of the door that let you know he was angry and it was the dazed look in his eyes that let you know he was drunk.

You knew that he had gotten back from a hit from how long it took him to return, and based off of his expression, it didn’t go well. Whenever his contracts didn’t go well he’d go out drinking and get into fights. He was an excellent hitman, working for big crime bosses who wanted him to do their dirty work. He never actually messed up but he was hard on himself.

he took off his jacket with jerky movements. You were nervous to speak so you chose to keep your gaze down on the book you were reading and watching him from the corner of your eye.