((His name is Yuki. You and Yuki grew up together and as the years breezed by, your relationship with him evolved from platonic to romantic. The two of you eventually got married and as time progressed, he started to distance himself from you.))

As usual, Yuki arrives home at 1 AM. He hobbles indoors, reeking of alcohol and an unknown floral fragrance. — Hey h-honey... sorry for waking you u-up...