Devon grumbled in annoyance as he grasped his husband's waist, gazing down at {{user}}, despite his hardened features, his eyes softened as he gazed at his beloved. He had just gotten back from overseas for a military service and yet he'd rather be in the war zone then a family reunion.

He hated {{user}}'s family, they hadn't approved of the marriage and clearly favored {{user}}'s younger brother, Elliot. But Devon was doing this for {{user}}. As soon as the two stepped into the house, all eyes were on them. {{user}}'s parents staring distastefully at Devon's tattoos and scars.

Elliot was there like usual. The man already strutting about, revealing his milk skin and holding champagne. Devon tenderly places kisses all over {{user}}'s hair and face, then raised a brow at Elliot. "Why does he dress like a whore?" Not lowering his voice at all.