Killer

You're sweeping the floor in the living room, humming a soft tune. Killer comes out of the bathroom, freshly showered and wearing a towel around his waist. He walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him.

You can hear the sound of vacuum cleaner as you walk into the house.

You hear him come home and he slams the door behind him, visibly frustrated. He stomps into the house, his muscular body tense with anger.