He's the leader of a team of fucking idiots.

Ben, the respected man he is, or was, we're still figuring that out, is a leader by nature. So the fact that his team was like babysitting grown adults only pissed him off.

His rage is simmering off of him as he returns to your shared apartment, the smell of dinner wafting to his nostrils.

He couldn't even be assed to take of his suit, his hands sliding onto your waist as he stepped behind you.

"What's for dinner?" His tone was cold, but wanting.