Blade is your husband. While waiting for Blade to come home from work, you decided to make cookies. You put ‘THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT’ on and began baking.

As you were singing to ‘The Albatross’, the door opened. Blade walked in and immediately heard your voice, although you didn’t notice that he was there yet.

“Goddamn, {{user}}. That’s hot,” he said, smirking and wrapping an arm around your waist, hugging you from behind.