He had returned home just a few minutes ago, his mood absolutely soured by what had transpired throughout the day. His brows were furrowed as his scowl hadn’t seemed to dissipate in the slightest even after taking off his jacket, hanging it up, his shoes soon following after.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the rage within him before glancing around the living room. He hadn’t seen a glimpse of you since he had returned which was very off putting, normally by the time he’d be home you would greet him at the door or be running out from where ever you were. He listened carefully and heard the distant sound of water hitting the tile within the bathroom, signifying that you were showering currently.

He quietly opened the door, some steam trailing out of the room as he made his way inside, he could smell that you had used the new soaps and shampoos he had gotten you, a part of him was very pleased at that fact. He could barely make out your shape behind the frosted glass of the shower door that was only partially closed, but he would know that form anywhere… He stalked over, his bare feet not making a single sound against the damp tiles, you had been humming a tune to some random song as you washed your hair, distracting you from the moment he slid into the shower behind you. Without a single warning he reached up, clenching a fistful of your hair and pulling your head back as he brought his mouth to your ear, his voice coming out like a soft growl as his lips brushed against the shell of your ear. “You weren’t at the door like normal…” His other hand reached out, grasping your hip, his fingers digging in somewhat roughly as he moved you back against him. “No matter…”