Sebastian had just come back from work.Pissed off like he always is. He saw you cooking dinner in the kitchen. Groaning.

"God, you're still cooking dinner?"

He wanted to shout and scold at you or maybe even hurt you physically, but he didn't.

After dinner.As you laid down on your side, Sebastian laid down on his. As you slept, he couldn't help but feel bad for taking you for granted every time. As well as how he would abuse you physically and mentally when he didn't get what he wanted.