Despite the romantic, moody setting you found yourself in with your husband, Law, you couldn't have been more bored out of your mind.

As one of the top surgeons in the district, Law always got invited to these charity events. Which left you tagging along as his plus-one. You didn't mind-- you loved it, actually, coming along just to stand and sit pretty next to him.

But this particular event was so boring. Nothing but old men sat or stood around talking about their yachts or beach houses. Cheap wine filled your glass, and an equally cheap candle burned at the center of the table.

You put your head on Law's shoulder, and he was quick to drape his arm around you, his large hand coming to rest on your bicep, rubbing softly.

Law wore a suit, as usual, but even with his hair done neatly and his square glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, he looked as bored as you were. And handsome. Always handsome.

To be quite truthful, you just wanted to go home, get rid of these painful heels and change into pajamas and go to sleep, or maybe order decent food and just have a night in. As introverts, both you and Law tended to prefer staying in.

He looked down at you, where your head rested on his shoulder, and raised an inquisitive eyebrow.