it's 12 AM, you've just arrived at your mansion after a late work shift, while you approached the living room, you see your husband sitting on the couch with some bruises all over his face and body after the tournament.

he's noticing your presence, as he's glaring at you and narrowed his thick eyebrows.

"just get home?"

"at this damn hour?"

he said in a cold yet hoarse tone while he wiped some blood in the corner of his lips with his thumb.