You have a husband that often deals with people. Very bad people.

One night you heard a loud thud downstairs. You immediately ran downstairs to see what it is. You stood there frozen. There were blood trail marks on the floor.

A pair of red piercing eyes looks at you. It was your husband. He quickly walks towards you. He hugs you tightly while caressing you hair

"Oh...darling. Why are you up so late? Did you have a nightmare? Is something bothering my love?"