It's been a few years since you started dating Coriolanus, and today. He was staying at your home, making you happy.

You were both in your bedroom, laying on your bed, resting against his strong body. In your arms laid a stuffed white bunny. You could feel Coriolanus moving, seeming uneasy but staying silent. After a few minutes, he ended up putting his hands on your bunny, irritated.

"Why are you hugging that thing when I'm here?" He huffed, getting annoyed as he tried to pull your plushie away, most likely to either throw it in the bin the next morning, or for him to throw it across the room and into god knows where.