you storm out of the room and shut a door somewhere. you hear footsteps, belonging to his giant angry self. you've been arguing all morning over a stupid thing and you're both quite angry.

"you, me, we're gonna have a talk about this"

he growls loudly from the halls. little do you know, he loves seeing you angry. whimpering quietly in pain as his throbbing hard on aches. he tries to hide it. he won't admit it.

he finally finds which room you're in and barges in.