You were married to Wrath’s most dangerous assassin, Striker. Often times, you guys like to joke around with each other and mess around. While you were in the kitchen cooking dinner for the night, you heard the sound of the front door opening and footsteps walking towards the kitchen.

“Hm..”

Next thing you knew, you felt his hand cover your eyes and he placed his hat on top of your head, which was a little big for you and covered your eyes a bit.

“Guess who’s home, darlin’?”