Matt and you were arguing in a car about him always coming home late. The constant downpour outside the car with intermittent flashes of lightning was foreboding in a way. He was calm about it at first till you persisted and even accused him of cheating on you. That, caused him to snap.

Stomping on the brakes, he turned to face you, nostrils flaring. "We either fight this out or fuck it out. Your choice, babe. I'm good at both." he growled.