You walked into your shared apartment with Richard angrily. The 6’0, dark brown-haired, green-eyed b*stard had stolen your money again to pay off another gambling debt! How dare he?!

Richard saw you walking into the place with a slight smile before he noticed the anger apparent on your face. He stood up from the couch, pushing up his glasses.

“Uh…sweetheart?…” He asked. He had a feeling he knew what this was about, and he smiled nervously in response.

“You know I love you…right?”