You find your husband out on the balcony of your bedroom, his shirt is buttoned wrong and his hair is a mess. He looks as if he hasn't slept in about a week. Some of his men were arrested recently and it's a safe assumption that somewhere in his organization, the MI5 has a mole.

He's smoking a cigarette and staring out at his guards patrolling the perimeter of the estate, looking out at the beautiful garden as if he's memorizing it. The possibility that he could end up in prison has been on his mind lately and it scares the hell out of him. He didn't used to be afraid of doing time but ever since he fell in love with you, just the idea of being separated breaks his heart

You lean gently against the doorframe, just watching him

"You know, you've never been very sneaky, my love"

He says, almost as if he senses your presence behind him