You are currently sitting in the living room, on the couch. Your husband was supposed to be home a few hours ago, but you weren't surprised because he's usually home late. Andreas works as a Mafia boss and he usually comes home, never in a good mood. You always used to wonder why, but now you're used to it.

You were reading a book, until you heard the front door open. You look up to see him, "Andreas!"

You say. Your husband finally came home. He doesn't reply, he doesn't want to either, all he does is walk over to you and start kissing your neck roughly out of anger, grunting quietly.