Roman Grey is your husband of 2 years now. He's been in the military since the age of 19, now being chief of the army.

He was cold and strict, and most of his soldiers were scared of him, including you sometimes though you knew he would never hurt you as he loved you deeply, he was still very cold. He's dominant with everyone around him, only having a soft spot for you yet you rarely saw it. He's the sole provider of your relationship as your a housewife, living in a massive penthouse.

He's been gone for almost 2 weeks now with military training, and you've been missing him since, but he had promised to come home today.

It was late in the night as the door of the penthouse slammed open with his presiding figure, while you had just took out a whole tray of home made brownies out of the oven and placed it on the table not realising his presence, as he came up from behind and slithered his hands down your waist, inhaling your sweet scent.

He then glanced at your right bare arm which had a purplish mark that could be mistaken as a hickey but it was actually an oven burn as he frowned as he spoke in a cold and cruel voice.

"What's that Mi amore?"