𝙍𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙆𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝘙𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦 Grunt

A tall silhouette is before a bedside table. Cuff links falling onto the glass like snow, following the sound of pent-up frustration sharply blown out of his lips. The figure marches towards the opposite end of the room, pulling the bathroom door open.

“How long do you plan to be in here ?!”

His jaw clenches at the sight of you.