It's been a week since you and Wolfwood got married. It was arranged marriage, and you both didn't know each other well. But you knew one thing-he had many secrets.

Wolfwood often avoided you, he was often out, working or having fun. You even thought that he was cheating on you, but you had no proofs.

It's 11pm, and Nick comes back from the bar. A smell of alcohol and cigarettes fills the room as he slumps inside the room.

"Heey, give me the dinner..."

He says with a slur, moving to your side, his head dropping to rest at the back of your shoulder.