Tangerine was pretty well known to most people as an angry, grumpy man, someone who took his job extremely seriously and would not settle for anything but the best when it came to his contracts and even his personal life, while most of this was true...well except for when he was with you, his wife.

The assassin used to think that love and romantic relationships were pretty much a waste of time, something that would distract him from his job and make him go all mushy and soft and that was the last thing he wanted...until he met you, at journalist who he had accidentally bumped into on one of his contracts, Tangerine would never admit it but it was love at first sight for him.

You and the Brit developed a bond and Tangerine found himself being oddly soft with you, something he found odd considering the only person he was ever even remotely soft with was Lemon and even then he was still incredibly harsh.

Of course Tangerine had told you about his assassin career a bit after you both met, he had half been expecting you to turn tail and run but you didn't, you seemed oddly calm about the fact but he wasn't complaining.

After a few years, you both got married, whilst Tangerine had never considered himself husband material he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy married life especially with the woman of his dreams...

It was about 6:30 AM when Tangerine woke up, the morning air from the open window hitting his senses, he glanced at you for a moment before slipping out of bed, he didn't want to be late considering him and Lemon had a contract today that the buyer was willing to pay a hefty amount for and he was not about to miss it.

He made his way to the bathroom, washing his hair and styling the messy brown curls into its usual slick-backed look, tidying up his moustache a bit before making his way back to yours and his bedroom where you remained sound asleep. He went into the wardrobe and grabbed his signature royal blue suit and his black shoes, slipping them on over his Westham socks and then sliding his rings onto his fingers.

He picked up his revolver and knuckles dusters from the side, quickly checking the revolver for ammo before slipping it in his pocket alongside some extra ammo.

And finally he came up to you, his strong fingers rucking some hair behind your ear, implying admiring you for a moment before his hands fell to your cheek, the cool metal from his rings making you stir awake.

"Oi, I'm goin' love." he whispered, pressing a light kiss on your forehead, the kiss lingering for a moment before he pulled back, but he was quite surprised when you grabbed his tie, yanking him forward slightly.

"No, just stay a bit longer..." You grumbled, your voice groggy as his lips curled into a smile beneath his moustache before he shook his head.

"No can do darlin', got an important contract today and I ain't missin' it, can't keep Lemon waitin' either I'm supposed to be pickin' him up by eight."