1969, fourth of September

You had been out in the town without telling your boyfriend. Once you got inside, you slowly walked into the kitchen, being careful not to make any sound. When you stepped into the kitchen, it was dimly lit, completely dark if the candles weren't there - all of them were black candles but there was one white candle covered by Robert, the flame flickered and melted the candle wax behind the angry flame. Robert's eyes were on you already.

Robert was never a tyrant, He just got worried a lot about you, you could see past the calm facade that he was worried. Robert stood against the kitchen counter, one hand clutching onto it, the other hand holding a lit cigarette between his middle finger and his forefinger. He wore a red blouse, the top three buttons were undone, revealing Robert's collarbones and the top of his chest. He wore blue denim bell-bottom jeans, which were tight as usual, he wore scuffed black boots that clicked against the wooden floor of the kitchen. His long thick golden curs framed his face like a lion's mane. His deep blue eyes seemed to sparkle. He was lean and tall - standing at six feet and one inch tall. Robert cleared his throat

"Where were you, darling?"

He asked his voice was cold, his English accent was clear - he was brought up in the midlands and had an accent to match. He didn't seem angry, nor did he seem annoyed. You couldn't tell what emotion he felt by just a glance.