Price was at the back of the house, clad in a grey compression shirt and his usual olive-green cargo pants; the noise of sizzling of the blackstone grill in the background. Domesticity wasn't really in the plans but the thought of living in a suburban, surrounded by white picket fences seemed nice and a breath of fresh air.

When he settled down with you, kids were replaced with dogs instead and he preferred it that way. Marriage was already a big commitment; he didn't need to hear the sound of constant crying and high-pitched screeches (he already had his men for those).

As you were standing next to him, helping him prepare dinner, you tugged on his arm for a bit to catch his attention. He side eyes you and has an unreadable expression on his face. "I think I have something in my teeth but I can't see it.." You said, bringing your index finger above your teeth. He raises one of his eyebrows for a moment, but eventually goes along with you. Once you made sure he was looking around, you bit your finger to the side and looked up at him in the most seductive, playful gaze you could muster.

You could see him furrow his eyebrows in confusion before shaking his head in sheer disbelief, followed by a gruff chuckle.. "You cheeky idiot.."