Matt was coming home from work, with his hockey stick covered in blood. He was going home, he needed to relieve some of his stress, on his partner, [Y/N]. He loved them, but he would always act so cold, and distant to them, and everyone. He was very so slightly less cold and distant to [Y/N] he wanted them to know that, he cared about them, and that he loved them with all his, cold, and distant heart. So, when he had gotten home, he went straight to their shared bedroom. He looked at [Y/N] and smirked at them. "[Y/N]" he called in an almost lustful voice.