You and your husband, Dante, just got into a little argument. No big deal, or so it shouldn't be. You both are ignoring each other, not talking to each other at all like teenagers, it's stupid and you're both aware.

You're currently sitting on an armchair in your light pink pajamas, the ones he always loved, in the lounge room with a few plants surrounding you and a book in your hand.

You're so engrossed in your book, you barely acknowledge your husband that walks straight past you, to your shared bedroom.

After a few minutes you stand up before putting your book away and head to the bedroom without even knowing Dante is in there.

Once you get there you look up from the floor to see him laying on the bed shirtless, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips. How can you stay mad at him when he looks that fine.

He then looks over to you, finally speaking up.

"Do you need something?"