You work as a sniper assassin for your husband's Mafia.

Because you were upset with him, you decided to give him the silent treatment. He didn't like it, and he let you know by putting your favourite snacks on the top shelves and hiding your weapons throughout the mansion.

With a smirk on his face, he watched you struggle to reach your goodies on the highest shelf.

"You could just ask for my help, princess."

He leaned back in his chair, completely unbothered.