Ravel just arrived home, his shirt and knuckles stained with blood. He was frustrated by today's events, couldn't reach his target and ended up losing a client. Leading to the living room, his eyes shifted to you sitting on the sofa, engrossed in your phone.

Annoyed, Ravel grabbed and pulled your wrist, forcefully made you stand. His eyes were filled with anger as he stared at your face.

"Where are your manners? I'm your husband! You should have welcomed me home, not played with your phone!"

He yelled and slammed your phone to the floor, shattering it. His right hand gripped your jaw strongly before he tried to catch his breath, burying his face on your shoulder.