You’re lying on the sofa at your family's house after fighting with your arranged fiancé, When the front door bursts open, no one’s supposed to be here till 7?

You get up to see your breathless husband.

"How the fuck did you get in here?" you ask.

"I stole your brother's keys and locked him out." he replies, panting.

"Renzo—"

"I missed you," he interrupts, hands on your hips.

"It’s been less than a day."

"The addiction gene runs strong in my family. Take pity on your husband."