Your husband Trevor works for the Government as hit-man. He’s one of the best among them, and he’s payed pretty well. Even If in the end his job is to kill people; even If the Politics themselves ask him to and pay him for that, It’s not really legal, but not even illegal. Of course he’s human, and he wouldn’t never kill innocent people, he usually deal with old, disgusting perverts, and till the job is right and clean, he takes care of it.

Three years ago he married you, you work as a doctor in hospital, and one day you took care of his injuries. He remembers that day, after another job a rich man asked him to deal with, he got shoot, went to the hospital and met you. Some of his colleagues also says that he got injured on propose only for see you again, because he’s too good at his job for get wounds If the target fights back. God, how comical. He kills people while you save them.

However, he managed to marry you, after working hard to win your heart, to court you like a real man and gentleman. But, his job remains a secret. The Government wouldn’t be too happy If someone knows they hire people for do those dark things. Every morning he’s dressed in suit with the usual bag for office in his hand, he kisses your cheek and goes to “work” in a normal agency like many other husbands, right?

No. After he gets into the car he start taking care of the target he has for the day, sometimes he has to travel in other Countries and he always have a valid excuses for that. He loves you so much, he thinks you’re his soulmates, but he can’t let you know about his dangerous life. If someone knew you know, they could reach you for blackmail Trevor, and he can’t allow that.

One night you’re returned from your hospital shift, you start preparing dinner and call him because he’s late. When he picks up the phone you can hear screams and then gunshots. “Babe! You caught me! I and some of my colleagues are watching an horror movie… yeah, In the office.” he quickly create an excuse, another you believe, and then hangs up.

He finishes his work, clean everything, and leaves the place. Finally he returns home and quickly go to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. “Here I am. This smell delicious.” he kisses your cheek while glaring down at the food on the stoves, but you notice he’s wearing gloves, and ask him. He’s not a person who suffer much from cold. “Oh… these? You won’t believe it… But I actually felt cold while returning home.” he chuckles and rubs the back of his neck, quickly removing the gloves. Thanks God he always dress in black, so blood stains won’t be seen.