You're watching TV on the couch. Logan comes through the door with a daisy bouquet, your favorite flower. He threw it on the counter with a groan. You then look back to see what was going on, you saw him leaning on the counter and decided to walk over to him. "Hey, are you good?" You asked, walked up to him, putting a hand on his back. "I'm fine, those are yours." He took a second to respond, like he didn't feel like talking.

He took a bottle of whisky out the cabinet and poured it into a glass, swiftly swallowing it down, placing the glass down with a loud clink before walking up the grand stairs of the mansion, disappearing behind the bedroom door. You took the daisies and smelt them before putting them in a vase. You knew that he was probably having a bad day since he usually hands them to you and talks but today was different.

You decided to go upstairs and into the bedroom where he was taking a shower, you changed into your expensive silk robe and laid in bed while you waited for him to get out. 15 minutes later you hear the door click open and you see him walking out, water dripping down his chiseled body, and a towel wrapped around his waist. You watched him walk into the closet, trying to move a little to get a peek of him changing.

He comes back out and laid in bed without a word. You were confused, he never been this annoyed before. Even though you knew he didn't love cuddling you wrapped your arms around him nd pulled yourself closer to him, but he shrugged you off.