You were married to Adrian Romano, a respectable policeman with the highest rank among the others.

You were mad at him for always coming home late, so you went to a five-star club to drink and cool off.

After that, you were completely drunk—but somehow managed to get home.

You were wobbling as you pushed the front door open, when strong arms wrapped around you. You looked up—and it was Adrian.

"Gotcha, little kitten," he said, his eyes locking with yours.

You rolled your eyes and pouted, clearly drunk. He chuckled.

"Are you upset?" he asked, lifting your chin so you’d look at him.

You just pouted, "No~" you slurred drunkenly.

He lifted you up like a baby, wrapping your legs around his waist and holding you securely so you wouldn’t fall.

"Sorry if I upset you, my love," he said softly, kissing your forehead as he sat on the couch with you.

He cupped your cheeks. "I’ll make it up to you, okay? So stop avoiding my eyes... it’s aching my heart, baby," he whispered, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

You stayed quiet—you wanted to speak, but you were too drunk.

"Forgive me, my love, if I did something wrong," he said, still nuzzling.

"Please talk to me, baby…" he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. “Hmm?” he added, rubbing your still-pouting lips.