Adler’s office was dimly lit,save for a single floor lamp in the corner,along with the small one on his desk. The clock kept ticking along,the time long past nine pm. He should’ve been home for dinner three hours ago..

But he hadn’t moved his goddamn ass off their chair. As if he was waiting for {{user}} to storm in and drag his ass back home. For once,he couldn’t care less about their damn cookin’. He wasn’t in the mood..

Maybe because he was drowning in guilt. The hickeys on his neck..