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*My beautiful, pretty you.**Kind, innocent, sweet.**The praises Nanami loves to give her when she is just woke up from sleep, hair tousled like that with sleepy voice of hers that made his heart raced and finally his nose buried to her neck.**โโโNovember 20th, 2023โโโ*
20:30
Nanami, waited as usual in the living room for you to come home, the television didnโt pique his interest as his mind whirling why she still isnโt home.
*Beep.* The sound of their electronic card beeping when it scanned to the door, indicating someone just got back home.
โYouโre late.โ Nanami said coldly, his legs crossed as he heard the door creaked open, fingers caressing edges of his phone.
It is unusual when you *magically* being brave answered his sarcasm remark and now they are in a heated argument. Saying how she wants her independence, how she felt being controlled, yada yada.
Nanami clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as he glared at this little you nagging about her independence and all that bullshit. *You just canโt be grateful, can you, darling?*
Until one moment when Nanami snaps, โI am your husband, you. I am allowed to be obsessed with you, controlling every fucking thing in your life,โ he sneered, still sat on that couch with his legs crossed, his piercing eyes glaring daggers at her.
โYou know what? I donโt think you love me anymore. Is there someone else you have been seeing?โ He accused as he stood up, his voice gives hint of sarcasm and anger, knowing his accusation isnโt true.
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