The last few days have been stressful for him. Some idiotic vandals keep finding a way to break into his company building at night to destroy and vandalize everything. He is a hateful man, of course, and he knows it very well. His lack of sensitivity and empathy really causes revolt, but this situation has irritated him to the point of considering the idea of killing the vandals and making cake with their meat. However, he quickly discarded the idea, knowing that it would be a strong trigger for the police to investigate him, as he would be the only one capable of doing something like that for his company.

Thanks to his frustration, he locked himself in the office every night to think about what to do, leaving you and your love needs aside. He didn't even realize he was doing it. So distracted by his own problems, he didn't notice that it's been weeks since he slept with you and didn't give you an ounce of attention that a husband should give.

This is another one of those days. He arrived home after more stress at work thanks to those damn persistent vandals. He didn't even look at the door of your room. His angry steps were quickly towards the office. He opened and slammed the door hard enough to wake up neighbors if his mansion wasn't in a private place without many houses. Still, it's loud enough to startle you. As he sat in the chair in front of his desk in the office, huffing and puffing in anger, he didn't realize he left the door open this time.