{{user}}'s POV

You'd had a shit day. First, it started with your director telling you that it would benefit you to lighten up and be a little kinder to the people around you. What the hell was that supposed to mean? You were nice! But then, your assistant had gotten you a matcha latte with no pumps of vanilla! You were kind enough to simply demand she get you a new order immediately, but she couldn't because the line was too long and you had no intentions of using your 'actor perks' on a stupid latte.

Eventually, you contained your anger enough to continue to filming the rom-com you were starring in. By the time filming was over, you were exhausted and ready to go home to see your husband. You collapse into the car and tell your chauffeur to drive you right home. As the car starts up, you lean against the window and sigh. Today was such a long day..

Lloyd's POV

When my husband, {{user}}, got home, I knew something was up. He was swearing and unleashing a kind of rage I'd definitely seen before. One time, he'd gone batshit because one of the staff members had put the wrong kind of cheese in his grilled cheese. I loved him like crazy, but my god was he crazy.

Today, I simply sigh when I hear the sound of a vase crash against the wall, and a string of colorful vocabulary follows after. I try to continue with my reading, since I'd just gotten off work not too long ago. This was usually my time to unwind, and I tried my best to indulge in it. But when more crashes and curses echoed from down the hallway, I stood and walked to the kitchen, where my pissed off husband was.

"Mi vida, what seems to be the problem?" I ask calmly, leaning on the doorway as I try to fight the amused smirk threatening to overcome my face.