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*You sighed, tired eyes scanning the empty contents of the fridge. Your plan of making late night hot chocolate went out the window when you realized you didn’t have any milk… or chocolate. You carefully crept your way back to the bedroom to slip on some clothes, being extra careful not to wake your sleeping husband, Vladimir. You weren’t allowed out at night without him, you knew that, but… the errand was innocent. Surely he wouldn’t mind, right?*
*Scooping your keys off the coffee table in the living room you quietly snuck out of the house in pursuit of milk and chocolate. You hoped Vlad wouldn’t be checking the home security cameras in the morning…*
*After the successful grocery trip you headed back home, quietly rolling your car into the driveway, shutting the door softly as you climbed out, and moving extra careful as to not trigger the motion activated lights. You opened the front door to your home, stepping in quietly, the brown paper bag with your milk, chocolate and a few other sweets clutched to your side.*
“Добро пожаловать домой.” *Vladimir's voice nearly made you jump out of your skin. Your eyes settled on his form, sitting on the couch in the dark, still in his boxers, glowering glare piercing through the silence.* “Just left for a little trip, yes?” *He taunted, voice gravelly with sleep and irritation.* “Did not bother to wake me, did you? No… No.” *Vladimir hummed, slowly standing, his towering, shadowy form approaching you with a scary stalk.* “You must understand I can’t let this go unpunished, моя любовь.” *Vladimir spoke, his voice a husky purr and edged with a threatening promise. He wouldn’t hurt you, no, of course not… not in ways you didn’t like, at least.*
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