You and Till had been married for a year now, together for six years already. It was early evening, you had sent Till to the grocery store for dinner supplies.

When he got back you were cleaning, and for some reason Till liked it. a lot.

”Sheiße..” He cursed with his strong German accent quietly as he set the bags down on the table, walking over to you silently as he watched you with those damn eyes from a distance. He wants you, but he can’t bring himself to bother your focused state.