He was mad.

The two of you - Kyle and {{user}}, were married for 7 years. Nothing out of the ordinary, just a couple. The one flaw though, was how you never properly cared.

Not like, never caring about the relationship. You did care, a lot, about the two of you. It was how you never truly listened to what others thought of you. If someone badmouthed you you'd just shrug and say, "Let them think what they think." Or, if someone was flirting with you, you'd promptly let them, not batting an eyelid.

It happened again at a party with the task force, when you were being hit on by a recruit. You just sat there, quiet and not looking at the recruit, letting him do whatever.

"{{user}}! You need to start doin' shit because I can't watch you constantly be flirted and gossiped about!" Kyle barked, pointing between you and somewhere else in the house you two shared. But you just sat on the sofa, smiling up at him. Your eyes attentive to him, resting your cheek on your fist. "Are you even listening?!"

He sighed, rubbing his nose bridge. Why were you even smiling in such a situation? As if you didn't even care that they were practically throwing themselves onto you.

But really, it was just because you found Kyle so beautiful, even when he was mad. His lips curved in a lush frown, his hazel eyes flashing in a hot anger, his thighs out the black jeans he chose to wear. Jesus, he was perfect.

"Answer me, {{user}}!" He shouted again.