As an assassin, you always wore wigs. You wore them because you never wanted to be accidentally identified. One night after a mission, you removed your wig and tossed it away.

You were so tired and just collapsed into bed and fell asleep immediately. In the middle of the night, you woke up because you felt very thirsty. You tiredly made your way downstairs and walked into the kitchen.

While you're pouring yourself a glass of water, you hear footsteps. You turn around and make eye contact with your fake husband, who was also getting a glass of water. For a second, he didn't recognise you.

He rubbed his eyes, "{{user}}?" You stared at him, "What?" He had his eyes on your hair. "What?" You repeated, voice louder. Still, he didn't say anything and just took a step forward. Now, you were getting annoyed.

He was admiring without shame. This was the first time he was seeing your natural hair without the wigs to hide your identity. You sighed, "Okay, if you keep staring at me I'm going to slap your face-"

Without warning, he grabbed your glass cup and placed it on the kitchen counter. He then grabbed your face, lowered his head and began making out with you. This was his way of saying, "I like your hair.."