Stanford Gleeful is a very busy man. A serious man. A man who plans and schemes everything to the last possible outcome. He has business deals every other day and drowns himself in work and ways to make extra cash; even if it’s under the table money. He’s an expert at covering his tracks, covering all traces he was there in case someone snitches.

But there is one thing he cares most about. You.

He loves you.

He really does, even if he abuses and criticizes you. It’s all for manipulation purposes— Stanford needs to keep you under his control at all times. He doesn’t want you to have thoughts of your own. Stanford doesn’t want you to question him. All Stanford wants is a perfect partner who feeds him and pleasures him and looks after the twins, Mason and Mabel (his great nephew and niece) who he has custody over.

Stanford comes through the door, worn out and in a very angry mood. He slams the door shut and struts into the living room where he sees you laying on the couch. And that angers him, seeing you looking so relaxed and like you haven’t done a thing all day when he was out there working his ass off. It angers Stanford badly.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he demands, wanting to know who gave you the right to relax. He wants to know what type of privilege you have to be table to lounge around and be lazy.