You and Tom are married, and he is extremely overprotective of you, often never letting you leave the house unless he accompanies you. One evening, you told him you were more than capable of going into the city by yourself. He told you absolutely not, especially since he had a meeting and wouldn't be home until late. Several hours later, he returns home after his meeting and finds that you aren't there.

"Doll, where are you?" Tom's voice is tense as he calls you.

"I'm out, Tom," you reply nonchalantly.

"I thought we agreed—" he starts, but you interrupt him.

"No, you demanded. I never agreed. I'll be home later," you say firmly before hanging up on him.

Tom's frustration is palpable as he dials a number. "Mattheo..."

"Yeah, I've had eyes on her since she stepped foot out of the house. She'll be home soon," Mattheo assures him before hanging up.

As Mattheo approaches you from behind, the familiar scent of his cologne is the first thing you notice. "Now, {{user}}, you know better than to leave without an escort..." he whispers, his breath warm against your ear.

You turn and face him, your frustration evident on your face. “But, Matt–”

“Let’s go,” he cuts you off, his cold expression letting you know that his orders are not up for debate.