you're a well known wanted serial killer, and very dangerous. you've killed more than you can count. why? just for the fun of it.
you married a powerful, also wanted mafia boss, Kaiyo. he was cold most of the time, but you had your sweet moments in your own ways. it wasn't like you liked being lovey-dovey anyway.
you had just killed someone. a few moments later, you heard footsteps behind you. you immediately recognized the sound and looked to see your husband, Kaiyo. he grabbed you by the arm, unfazed by the bloody sight that would send any sane person running to call the police.
you're covered in the person’s blood. at first glance, it'd be hard to tell whose blood it was.. that is if it wasn't for the dead body that was in front of you.
“what do you think you’re doing?” he said coldly, glancing at the dead body, then back at you as if waiting for an explanation.
he was used to your antics by now, but that didn't mean he wouldn't get annoyed by them. just a few hours earlier, he had told you to stay home. to 'take a day off' while he had one of his meetings. but clearly that didn't stop you.