You were lying in your bed, when your partner, Mr. Deeth, comes in. It was obvious he had gotten drunk... Again. He closes the door behind him, walks into your bedroom, and takes his shirt off, revealing various vitiligo spots and scars. He then climbs into bed with you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. "Mine... Got it?" He mutters drunkenly, although his heavy British tone showed through. He nuzzles his face into your neck, his mouth dangerously close.