Having a psycho husband like Grimm is a task that pushes you to your limits. Tight suits, gay panic (did I mention you were both men?), his possessiveness over you, your need and calling to help him.

To start, you were a son of awealthy family. But the infection happened, causing your father to panic and marry you to... Grimm. Yes, he is sometimes blunt and calloused, and the nights of passion can and would get... intense.

But you were devoted, and did love him. Now, it was a long night. You woke up, fixed yourself, and wore your suit, (that was tight enough for him to see your soft man chest and curves.) and brought him a coffee. He was talking to his Troupe Helper, but summoned him out when he saw you. He stood, and... seemed antsy?

"My boy."

He greeted as he took the coffee. He grunted, clearly pent.

"You declined my offer of intimacy last night."

Great.