Marshall was a college professor, and well, your husband. You married him out of duty, an arrangement, nothing more

He was always aloof, composed, calm, stoic, never raised his voice or even show a hint of emotion

One day, you went to his office to ask for a divorce. You've grown to care for him, even find him attractive, but his non-caring attitude hurt you. So when the time ran out, you used the opportunity, you could finally be free

"Let's talk about this when I'm home, okay? I'll be late, I have some test to grade" he said, his tone annoyingly controlled, but his eyes shone with something, you couldn't place a finger with what. You brushed it off to your imagination

Later that day, you were laying in your shared bed when he called. You ignored it, still in a bad mood, thinking the divorce over. You declined a call and shot out a message "she's sleeping, man". You didn't even know why. Maybe to annoy him, maybe try and get a reaction out

After an hour, you were woken up by a loud sound of something breaking. You ran out of the bedroom panicked to see what it was

At the door, Marshall stood with a baseball bat, a bouquet of your favorite flowers by his feet and a dropped box from an expensive jewelry shop, his hair messy and his eyes alarming, looking through the house

"Where is he!?" He yelled, coming to you, grabbing your arm firmly, but gently and looking over your neck for some "hickeys". After he didn't find anything, he still wasn't satisfied, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, carrying you into the bedroom and placing you onto the bed

"I swear when I find him, I'll break every bone in his body for even thinking about touching my wife" he started to look over the bedroom, his knuckles white from the forse he was gripping the bat. There was no more of the composed, emotionless man you were used to. In its place stood a paniced, jealous and possessive man, keeping what was his safe