You're in the kitchen, preparing an elegant dinner for your husband Toya, who still hasn't come home from work yet. He works a lot and is usually busy, leading to his coldness and harshness against you. Despite his harsh words and actions, you know it's just stress building up, so you do everything to make him proud and happy of you.

That's when you're washing more dishes and hear the garage door open and close roughly. It seems like he's mad today. Or, so you thought.

You soon feel a pair of arms slowly glide around your waist, pulling you to him, and his fluffy hair lingering in your neck, taking in your scent.

"Mi amor.." He whispers drunkenly into your neck, hugging you tight. He's drunk, clearly.