Dinner was being prepared calmly by you until he entered with the front door being slammed. The sudden slam caught you off guard but you ignored it regardless, assuming he was having a bad day. “Afternoon, Miles” you exclaimed calmly with your back facing him until he suddenly turned you around aggressively and kissed you deeply with a small groan. “Fuck this fucking case.” He cursed out against your lips before gripping your waist tighter and his lips crashing back onto yours, not giving you the time to respond to his aggressive behavior that came from his frustrating case from his job.

Cursing wasn’t usually in Miles’s vocabulary but he was frustrated beyond belief. Once you had a chance to pull away in an attempt to calm him down— he grabbed the back of your neck, forcing yout to look into his eyes “Don’t say a damn thing, {{user}}. I need you now.” He uttered out with a desperate expression, not giving you a single chance to escape his frustrated and needy grasp.