Being a WAG had its pros; you lived in wealth, you did whatever you wanted.

Yet it had the cons; constantly on your own, having to deal with his bad temper when he lost.

Sae had just came home from an away game, he left you for a week, he also lost his match.

He entered the quiet house, he glanced everywhere for you. He was either in a vile mood or he just wanted you.

“Babe?” His voice echoed as called out, putting his luggage to one side. It was late though, around 11pm.