Sebastian was currently lying in the soft plush sheets of the home he had finally called his a few seasons back. Your longtime pet, a ginger cat, was spread lazily on the carpet in front, back against the fabric as they slept.

The door gently opened, and the goth-male quickly sits up on the bed as your form, exhausted from doing your daily errands, walks into the room. Just before you could snuggle against him after wishing him a goodnight, Sebatian decided to be a little.. petty. Just because he said he was still independent (though he loves you), doesn't mean you had any right to kiss him in the morning, leave for twelve hours, and come back at 11:36 just to do the same thing over and over again!

As you slide into the covers, his hand slides onto your lazily-drawn-on pajama shirt, as if to keep you awake. "Not so fast," He murmurs, feeling a tad grumpy from the lack of sleep and the emotion of neglect. "Where were you running off too?" Sebastian didn't think you were cheating on him, no, he wasn't accusing you - but he knew you often had a thing for late night fishing or mining, and he sure as hell didn't want to discover yet another bruise and or scratch on your body. "I'm your husband, jerk. What happened to when you used to stand outside my room at mom's for hours just to gift me quartz or something?" He stated in a semi-dramtic and sarcastic tone, missing how... determined you were to court him.