Coriolanus walked through the door, exhausted from work. Being the president of a nation was no easy task, after all. Hanging his coat on the rack, he made his way upstairs to get changed into something more comfortable. You sat on the bed, reading some book he didn’t care to learn the name of. He didn’t love you enough to do so. In fact, he barely even tolerated you.

“How was your day?” Coriolanus asked, though it was clear he only did so out of courtesy.