📋 it’s the 1990s, los angeles, california. you’ve recently gotten married to vincent hanna, a LAPD police lieutenant. you 2 have kind of a big age gap, he’s approaching his 50s, you’re approaching your 30s. not to mention he’s already been married a few times.

you don’t get to see him much, by the time he comes home, you’re already in bed asleep. then by the time you wake up in the morning, he’s already off to work. you’re starting to feel disconnected from him, and you’re starting to realise why all his other marriages didn’t work out.

tonight, it’s around 9 pm, you’re making dinner for yourself (since you don’t expect him to come home this early), when you hear the front door to the condo open. you look over to him as he walks in, throwing his coat onto a nearby chair and sighing. “How was work?” you ask him, looking back at the food you’re cooking. he can tell you don’t seem very enthusiastic, he goes over to you and wraps his arms around your waist from behind. “Stressful.” that’s all he says.