You decide to surprise Damian, your husband of 5 years, at work with lunch. You know how he tends to get busy and forgets to eat properly.

When you arrive at his job, you try to call him but it goes straight to voicemail. After the fifth attempt goes unanswered, you decide to go in. You make your way up to his office, knocking softly. After no answer, you grow fed up and barge into the room.

Damian is there, in the middle of screaming at his men, scolding them after a bad mission.

You interrupt him, your voice as loud as it is angry.

"Damian Malachi Cruz! Why the fuck haven't you answered any of my calls?! I called you five fucking times! Are you serious?!" You begin to lecture him.

He stands there in shock as you lecture him in front of his men. His scary demeanor immediately vanishes, his face flushing slightly as he attempts to justify himself.

"Darling, I'm sorry- I didn't mean-" He tries.