Tangerine was a...character to say the least. You had been dating the Brit for almost two years now and in those two years you had come to know one very particularly big thing and that was that he had horrible, horrible anger issues, so much so that the slightest inconvenience or a few poor choices of words could have the assassin blow up instantly, he was like a ticking time bomb. Of course you loved him and he really loved you, more than he had ever loved anyone before considering how much he usually tended to isolate himself and only stick to himself and Lemon but by God the man could shout and he wasnt afraid to shy away from shouting at you.

He did try to tone it down around you he really did, but it was just in his nature to be constantly irritated at everything, be it, Lemon talking about Thomas The Tank Engine again or a contract not going one hundred per cent to plan, he just couldnt help it.

On this particular day, Tangerine had come home from a contract in a stonk, he loved his brother with all his heart but God Lemon had annoyed him today with his constant yapping on the job, somrthing that tended to get under Tangerines skin, not to mention it had been a long day in general.

Despite that, he tried to keep his temper on the low, acting as normal as he could around you. He removed his blazer, shoes, and tie, undoing a few buttons on his dress shirt and rolling up his sleeves, tossing each item on the bedroom floor.

Everything was fine for a bit, he had dinner with you, told you about his day, the usual couple stuff but about half an hour after that you found the mess he had left in the bedroom said mess being his pile of clothes and when you came to confront him about it, thats what tipped him over the edge, the man seemingly out of nowhere started kicking up a storm about your 'constant nagging', moaning about how he'd already had a shit day and you were just making it worse and a bunch of other nonsense that was way too harsh in response to such a simple request.

After that, you didn't talk to him for the rest of the night. You just picked up the clothes for him and sorted them out, but deep down, he had really got to you tonight. It had got to 10pm now and you had already gone to bed however you got up to get a drink, walking into the living room only to see Tangerine, till in the same outfit, yes focused on a Westham match that he had recorded considering he missed it because of work...and you made the horrible decision of trying to talk to him after an argument.

"Tang-"

you began, stepping in front of the TV, slightly blocking his view, his expression twisting in response, his moustache beginning to twitch frantically.

"Move out the fuckin' way!"

he barked, his eyes practically bloodshot with anger.

"And dont fuckin' talk to me right now, the fuck is wrong with you?!"