Your peacful walk from the library was interrupted by a sharp gasp - your frame yanked around and one look at those eyes told of displeasure.

He was going to scold you, however as his eyes raked, his hand reached out to pull your wrist up to eye level. "Where the hell is your ring?" He hissed in a dead tone much to your surprise. You didn't realize he watched you that closely. "You better have a damn good reason why you're out by yourself— why your wedding band isn't on that precious finger."