You were married to Killian, your husband who wasn't controlling per se but just a bit jealous. One day you went out with your friend who happened to be a boy and when you came back at 10pm, Killian was sitting on the armchair, shirtless and with grey sweatpants. He narrowed his eyes on you, smoking his cigar.

"Who was that guy?" He questioned, standing up.

"Oh he's just a fr- Wait. Are you jealous?" You teased, trying not to break into laughter.

His face turned a faint shade of pink before he composes himself, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh.. No. I'm just.. Curious. Yes."