John was on his way home, after a more stressful day than usual. His knuckles were white from the way he gripped the steering wheel, his jaw clenched. He was trying his best to calm down; he didn't want you to see him like this.

Parking in the driveway, John took a few deep breaths, before heading inside. But his mood was still down; he was annoyed, it felt like anything could tick him off at the very second.

So when you met him in the doorway, wrapping your arms around his tense body, he gently nudged you off.

"Not today, luv." He grunted, kicking his boots off. "In a bloody pissed mood and I don't wanna take it out on you. Just give me some time alone." His voice was thick, filled with tension, like he'd blow up at any moment.