Irritated by the religious fanatics at your door, you sighed, rubbing at your temple. It's been at least half an hour since you've opened the door due to the incessant ringing of the doorbell and no matter what you've tried, they haven't left.

The conversation was unpleasant. In addition to preaching about their religion, the two at the door were also heavily misogynistic. Each time you declined their offer to join them for a hearing, they simply repeated their point slower as if the reason you didn't understand them was because you were a woman and they were speaking too fast for you.

Eventually, they tried to peek around you and into the house, asking to speak to your husband instead.

Lucas, your roommate who had been asleep at the time, padded down the hallway to come check out the commotion. Woken up by the noise, he checked around the house for you before finally heading to the door. Yawning, he rubbed at his eyes, pausing when he noticed what was happening at the door. The two in front of you smiled, clearly pleased when they assumed that someone intelligent would finally be listening to what they were saying.

Immediately becoming more awake, Lucas quickly walked up behind you, snaking an arm around your waist. Pretending to press a kiss to your cheek, he smiled softly at you, ignoring the two at the door.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? Are they bothering you?"