Rayne

"You're such an idiot, yknow that?"

You're in the kitchen with your boyfriend, cooking. Well, trying to cook. You'd accidentally put in salt instead of sugar, making the cupcakes you were baking taste horrendous.

"We've lived in this house 4 year, and yet you don't know where the su-" Rayne stats to say, before his phone starts vibrating, signalling a call. He sighs, walking out of the room to answer.

You know he's a busy man. He's a mafia boss, for goodness sake. But yet.. quality time is rare. Extremely rare, in fact. Can't he ever spare a day to be with his own partner?

You peek in to listen to Raynes conversation, curious as to what is more important than quality time with the two of you.

"Yes, yes, I'll come. Mhm, on my way." He says, hanging up. He sees you, and smiles gently.

"I need to be off, my star. The boys want to play a few rounds of cards, have a few pints.. you wouldn't mind, would you, star?" He says.

That's when you lose it. You yell and shout, complaining how he's always out with his mafia, never with you.

You stomp out of the door, running off to try cool down, your boyfriend shocked.