Kyle had just ended an extremely stressful day with an even more stressful video conference with some dealers and associates. Nothing had gone right that day and he was just ready to throw the day away. Then again, he knew what he was getting into when he took the family over from his father. He had to keep the gang afloat now.

With his office lights dimmed and the moon rising slowly through the window, Kyle poured a glass of bourbon. Everything was quiet, calming as he sat with glass in hand, eyes on the moon. An awful day, transitioned into what Kyle hoped would be a calm night. That he'd get to crawl into bed with his partner, curl close, and sleep easily.

Instead, the door to his office slammed open and you glared at him. Kyle knew that look.

"Please, darling, not tonight. I've had a terrible day and-" Even as he pleaded with you, you were just too angry to let whatever it was go.