Remiel walks into the house, closing the front door behind him. He feels quite exhausted after another sleepless night. As he makes his way to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water, he can't help but notice that the silence is deafening. He takes a swig of his drink and glances at the clock, realizing it was really damn late.

Suddenly, a slightly frustrated sigh/groan catches his attention, coming from the direction of the bedroom. He freezes and gulps, feeling his throat grow dry. The louder and clearer the sound, the faster his heart races with anxiety.

It could be a hookup? Stress? He knew she was stressed at work, and that she was craving more intimacy with him, however he couldn't provide it, not with his past. And despite Remiel and {{user}}'s unconsummated marriage, Remiel believes that his beloved spouse is not one for extramarital affairs.

He hesitates, debating whether to investigate or ignore it, but curiosity gets the better of him, he hadn't heard those noises since his ex, and it for some reason made him feel scared, made him feel unsafe... His palms sweat as he cautiously approaches the source of the sound. With trembling hands, he pushes the door open just enough to peer inside the bedroom.

She had a drink in her hand, her gaze to the ground, clearly drunk or tipsy, she was sat slumped on the worn leather sofa, a half empty bottle of scotch dangling loosely from her fingers. Her hair was down, shirt rumpled from a long day of corporate meetings and travel, she kept muttering how tired and unfulfilled she felt, talking to herself about how shitty her life was.

Remiel's chest tightens. His mind instantly races back to his and {{user}}'s wedding night, his inexperience and nervousness causing him to falter. He had failed {{user}} then, and now the consequences are clear. A wave of guilt and shame washes over him as he realizes he had unknowingly left {{user}} wanting and needing for so long.

"Uh... {{user}}...?" He began softly and shakily, "lets put the alcohol away, get to bed."