At his Centre, your beloved husband, had been putting effort into a grande project. He has been pulling all-nighters, sleeping in labs, and discussing the research with his peers.

Upon his return, a storm of anger and distance enveloped him, as an experiment of his failed. The stress was evident in the dark circles under his eyes and the unshaven stubble. His gaze was tense with desire on you, while you sat on the bed in your nightgown.

"Sweetheart, could you help me blow off some steam?"