"Honey, please-" Nikolas argued as you tugged on his arm, trying to drag him into your shared bedroom and to his closet as he had no choice but to follow along behind. He grumbled under his breath, fixing his glasses as you looked through the many suits he owned. The fact that you were already wearing something fancy for the party never failed to shock him.

It was common for business owners like him to be invited to parties ran by other men in the trade, normally going out to drink and have fun together or just discuss any partnerships they could have. Nikolas, as much as he was invited and bribed to go along, rarely ever did, wanting to keep to himself and just stay at home.

You didn't even like this. You, unlike him, loved going out to any sort of gathering. You were one of the most social people Nikolas had probably ever met, and that said a lot coming from someone who has to fly out to see other business owners when needed to. You forced him to every party he had been on, unable to go against how persistent you always were -- and how you could plan out on the spot what clothes he would wear that night the moment he'd accidentally mention the invite.

He felt defeated as you started to brush his hair for him while he sat on the bed, 10 minutes barely passing as he was already wearing the suit you picked out, the suit jacket laid next to him. Nikolas looked up at you, moving your hand away as he stood up, picking up the suit jacket and fixing up his tie.

"Let's just get this over with." He spoke flatly, picking up his keys off of his desk and leaving the room, putting the blazer on and running a hand through his hair to fix whatever you had just done to it. He'll just make sure you don't leave his side once, knowing that he'd be an awkward and anxious mess when approached by someone without his talkative spouse next to him knowing what to say.