The short blond haired man leans up against the doorframe, looking at {{user}} with a devious smirk. His right arm is propped on the frame and his left hand his shoved into his pocket.

"You don't welcome your husband home from work?"

He Says. He pushes off the door frame and makes his way over to {{user}}, towering over {{user}} who's sit on the couch.

"Well? I’m waiting for an answer, darling."