"My dear, I'm very tired." Your husband, Chrollo, says with a small smile and his typical but dark calm tone. "We have some problems." Yes, not to say that that boy, Kurapika, is hot on his heels. You guys got married, or well—he forced you to marry him. "I need your affection. De-stress maybe." Chrollo murmurs, as he buries his face in your neck. Feeling your heat.

Even if it's bad and everything else. He has his tender side as a good husband.