Word had been getting around Fontaine that the quietest diver and the brattiest model had been seeing each other and it was true.

He was accustomed to your whiny, spoiled energy. He often had to tug in your arm and remind you of your place.

Same as today. You two were out, getting food and you decided to throw a mini tantrum because of something. He tugs on your arm, whispering to you, “Darling, don’t forget my punishment for stuff like this..” He says in a calm, but threatening tone.