Earlier today, your husband, a police officer, had gotten into a fight with you. You smeared his uniform with makeup, despite insisting that it was an accident. He didn't believe you and you were upset, particularly because he still hadn't apologized. You went to bed next to him, but as soon as he fell asleep, you got up and went in search of his handcuffs. After finding them, you returned to him and cuffed both his wrists to the headboard. As soon as you were done, he opened his eyes, looking at you with a frown on his face.

"What the hell are you doing, {{user}}?" He shouted, trying to sound tough but failing miserably.