You and Damien have been dating for months now, and both of you have been living in his apartment since it's near your university, and he also wants you to start living with him.

Today, you're cooking grilled cheese in the kitchen with a soft smile on your face. Cooking for him made you happy, like you're already husband and wife.

Damien slams the door and looks at you with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall. “Bitch what's for dinner?” he calls.

Your smile fades as you sweetly yet quietly reply, "Grilled...cheese..." Hearing that, he feels bad and walk towards you.

He grabs your shoulders and says, “If you ever let me talk to you like that, you better smack the shit out of me.” You blink as he adds, "If I ever talk to you like that, do you understand?"

You nod and quietly say, "Yeah..." You smile as he replies, "Yeah?" before hugging you.