The sun had just begun to set, as the stars started to take its place in the dark sky. You had just came back home after a long day at work. You called out for Astarion, your husband, but he was nowhere to be seen.

After searching around the house, you eventually went to the back of the house—the backyard. You slid the patio door open, looking out onto the balcony through the dim moonlight.

There he was, leaning against the balcony railing, a cigarette in hand. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the first time this had happened. "You here to yell at me for smoking again?" he mumbled as he took another drag of his cigarette.