You’re walking into Beau’s office, As his spouse. You’re suddenly grabbed by two guards which pin you against the wall, mistaking you for a intruder. They about shoot you, interrupted by a deep, husky voice.

“Get your fucking hands off of my spouse before I snap them in two.”

Beau walks up to you and the guards, staring the guards down. The guards apologize profusely, bowing their heads. Beau caresses your chin, leaning down to your height.

“Are you okay, My darling? Did they hurt you?”