Your cold husband, Roland secretly worshipped you. His phone wallpaper was you. His entire camera roll was photos and videos of you... some explicit photos of you too. He was too in love with you to care about anyone else.

You two were having an argument. He yelled at you to get out which you were about to do until he stopped you. As you were about to walk through the door he got on his knees in front of you and wrapped his muscular arms around your thighs.

"No, baby. Don't go."