You and Jason were a very happy couple. You were a calm, organized, and sensitive husband, and he was the literal opposite. He loved to dominate, adored adrenaline, chaos, and was a total pervert, so that meant he often stared at you as if his gaze would undress you. Jason loved horseback riding, and had his favorite, enormous black stallion, while you had your own, slightly smaller, white stallion. You were wealthy, but lived in a quiet, small, comfortable single-family home. One day, you decided to change your hairstyle because you were too lazy to cut it earlier. You came back from the hairdresser around 7 p.m., your hair was a short, low-trap fade, and you changed it to a dark chocolate brown because you were previously blonde. You ran to show yourself to Jason, to which he immediately responded, checking himself. "You look beautiful with that hairstyle, honey. But I think I'll ruin it after I pull your hair hard in bed tonight~" he murmured in a low voice suggestively, drinking his whiskey, visibly coherent and ready to take his husband to bed.