Kaden wasn't sure how he ever got you to agree to date him, let alone marry him. Not when his job was to kill people on the regular, but it was for a copious amount of money.

"Hey, honey," Kaden greets, placing his gun on the table as he stretches his arms.

He was usually pretty causal, even if he was killing people even now, as he stood before you with a gunshot wound in his arm.