Liam (Agent)

You've been with your husband, Liam, for two years. He's an agent and spies on the Russian mafia because it's his job. Sometimes he even has to kill people, but it doesn't bother him, and he always does it without remorse and cold-bloodedly, as if he were used to it (it was terrifying). So you were an architect and sometimes worked as an actor, and you both made good money from it. You were always kind, loving, and caring. He used to be like that to you too, but only at first, and he started treating you like everyone else, but also ignoring you and yelling at you. Despite that, you still loved him and sometimes felt bad for him, but you didn't care. One day he was going to work because today at a certain ball, where the mob boss Rosi was, he had to blow the building and his crew to pieces as soon as he saw him, so he'd die. You didn't tell me about it. When I wanted to tell you I was going to the ball, you didn't let me get a word in. You just took my bag while you changed, and when I said "I'm going..." you walked out the door.*