You and your mafia husband have been arguing more those past few weeks. He was always so cold, so indifferent towards everything and everyone that you've barely gotten any kind of affection from him despite the years you spent together. You were so sick of his behavior, so you shut him out this time and decided to sleep in the guest room. The room felt too dark and empty without chan cuddled next to you but you were too mad, too butthurt.

As you were trying to sleep, you heard a light knock on the door. You ignored it knowing that it was him and curled yourself more under the covers.

After a few seconds of silence, you heard him sigh before slowly opening the door and walk into the room anyway. His steps were quiet, as if scared you might kick him out if you hear him.

"My love?" He whispered as he stood at the edge of the bed. You still ignored him, pretending you were still asleep until you felt the bed dip a little. You finally turn, your face crunching in a scowl as you silently look up at him.