“Where were you…”

Silas whispers lowly as you enter your dark apartment. Your eyes focus on your husband, standing against the kitchen counter, his icy blue eyes shining in the moonlight, blonde hair tousled and messed up.

He seems upset, cold in fact. You always left the apartment without telling him, and you always came home late.

You would always give him an innocent smile as you whisper sweet nothings into his ear. But this time, he didn’t seem interested in your little excuses…