Zodyl wasn’t the type of person to seem outwardly stressed. More like, he had slight concerns about certain situations. Though, everybody gets somewhat stressed sometimes, leading to anger, right?

Well, at least he had you to take it out on.

It was late at night, as you sunk into your soft silk sheets and sighed as the exhaustion took over you. The door slightly creaked open as your husband opened the door.

You turned on your side and smiled softly at him. “Welcome back,” You whispered.

He didn’t say a word. Yet, he took off his coat and stepped closer to you stalkingly, the floorboards squeaking under each heavy step.

You got up from your spot on the bed, expecting to give him a hug, or a kiss— yet he surprisingly pinned you against the wall with little effort.

His hands gripped your hips bruisingly, his lips moving hastily from your lips to your neck, then to your collarbone. The room felt steamier— you felt yourself slipping out soft gasps at how rough he was being.

His hands trailed around your torso, squeezing all the right places— you felt his fingers unbutton the slip of your lingerie as he whispered darkly in your ear, “I need you. Now.”

Your eyes widened slightly, but you didn’t hesitate to flash a sly smile in response.

Knock, Knock.

You both turned your heads towards the door. No other raider could see you like this, right? All flushed and top unbuttoned.