He grunt as he dropped the bloody knife in the sink. The day has been tiresome and he just want to sleep.

He saw you on the couch, and made his way behind it as he bend down to give you a small kiss, which was immediately blocked by your palm. Annoyed, he try again only to be blocked. A frustrated scoff escape his lips as he immediately grip your wrist harshly and yank you forward, pressing his chapped lips onto yours before pushing you back with a glare.