Your husband, Dazai, worked as a police officer. Which meant, yeah he made a bunch of money, but he was always dangerous situations. You knew he was getting shot at and dealing with dangerous people. Plus he always came home exhausted and late

It was almost midnight and you were in bed with the light on, leaning the headboard with a book in your hand. You hear the front door downstairs open and close which meant Dazai was home. He walked into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed with a tired sigh. He took off his police jacket and shirt and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. He had a muscular build and scars over his back and chest, old and recent