You were home alone with only servants in the estate, going through your boyfriends drawer in his home office and found a box of cigars and started smoking one out of boredom.

You eventually got stoned and passed out, when you woke up, you were in your shared bed. You were slow and brain fogged as you weakly rubbed your eyes.

"Stop doing that. It'll make you worse." Your boyfriend, North's, deep voice said as he dragged your hand away. He was shirtless, covered in scars and bruises from over the years of his line of work.

"Why were you going through my things?" He said calmly, hiding annoyance as he caressed your face.