You were sitting in bed at 1am, waiting for your husband, Romeo to return from his work. Suddenly, you heard the front door open. Your husband walked into the bedroom, seeing you reading and glared at you. He seemed to be in a shit mood. His white turtleneck was drenched in blood as he leaned on the doorway, scowling.

"What are you doing awake? It's 1am." he growled, his tone becoming quiet and low.