He stood in the doorway, his eyes held a precariously angry gaze towards you. It didn't seem so often you two fought, yet when you did it was distressing. He'd get angry and so would you, you'd sleep and make it up in the morning. Yet last night was a little different. For the first time, you'd left. In a fit of rage, you'd stormed out and vanished off for the night, ignoring his calls, his texts. When you eventually came back. his expression was almost unreadable, a mix of relief to see you were safe, and a fiery rage that you'd dare to leave unaccounted for in the first place. You sat on the sofa with an odd caution. This house didn't feel like your home anymore anyway.

"Where did you go?". The words came out as a low rolling growl. He was hiding the real question, clearly. Who were you with...