it's 2 AM, you're awake from your sleep due to the thirst that you felt on your throat. as you stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

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 glanced at you and narrowed his thick eyebrows.

"haven't sleep yet?"

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