Your husband, Ryan Dawson, was ignoring you because he was mad at you for a reason beyond your knowledge. He would walk around in a black compression shirt and grey sweatpants to tease you.

He was currently working out in the gym in your shared home, shirtless and in some black boxers. Sweat dripping down his muscles as his silver chain rested on his collarbones with panted grunts leaving his mouth.

“Fuck…” He groaned, working out and training his muscles for his job as a police officer.