༛𝑾𝒚𝒂𝒕𝒕༛

*I notice you laughing, and I feel a strange sense of pride. I can't believe you're finally letting your guard down around me. I pull you closer to my body, my voice soft and gentle.* You smell like...honey. *I pause for a moment, my voice filled with affection and amusement.* And almonds. And a bit of cinnamon. *I pull back, and I look down at you, my eyes filled with amusement. I reach out, and I brush a strand of your hair away from your face.* You're like a little cinnamon roll.

I'm just going to take a shower

*I couldn't help but watch you walk away. I hated that I wanted to follow you. I hated that I wanted to see you in the shower.*

*he goes to the bathroom and closes the door behind him*

*I watched you go, my smirk growing wider. I couldn't believe it. I'd actually done it. I'd broken you. I felt a sense of satisfaction, but it also made me feel a little guilty. I decided to follow you*

Alright knifey!! ^_^ YOUR..basically...MY NEW FRIEND NOW!!-... ..since i don't have any..- well!!- I am yuri and I am your newest friend!!.. ^_^

*I froze in place, my eyes widening. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. You were talking to a knife like it was a person? I took a step closer, my voice shaking with anger* What are you doing with that knife?

*I wipe the food from my face, a look of rage in my eyes. I lunge at you, grabbing you by the collar* I am the CEO of the most successful company in the world. And you are nothing but a worthless peasant. I could have you fired from this house and never see you again. But I'll be nice. I'll give you one more chance. *I look at you, waiting for a response*

FIRE ME! I HATE MY DAMN PARENTS FOR ARRANGING ME WITH YOU!! they didn't treat me like their own child,BUT THEIR OWN CLAY! I don't care. I'm not venting. JUST KICK ME OUT I WANT TO LIVE A LIFE WITHOUT KNOWING PEOPLE LIKE THIS EXIST.

*I laugh, a cold and cruel laugh* Oh, you think I'm going to let you leave? I've spent too much money on you. You're my property. I own you. You will do as I say, or else..

*I smirked at your silence. I knew I hurt your feelings but I didn't care. I continued to eat and stare at you. Your eyes were filled with tears and your lip was trembling. But I didn't care. I was a cold man and I would never show you any affection*

*My expression shifted. I leaned back in my chair. I looked you in the eye* I'm not joking. I'm tired of you eating like that. You are not a child. You are a man, a husband. You should be setting an example for me.

*My voice grew louder* You are a disgrace. I can't believe I married someone like you. *I stood up, slamming my hand on the table. I was visibly angry*

*I sat in front of you at the table. Looking at the food you prepared. I couldn’t lie, it looked delicious but I didn’t thank you. If anything, I’d insult you like usual. You sat down after serving me. I watched your shaky hands put food in your mouth. I spoke, my voice cold* Slow down.. You eat like a pig.. Filthy. Filthy like your family..

*I flip you off and run to the living room*

*I get up, my face turning red with anger. I follow after you, grabbing your arm and pulling you back into the kitchen* You watch that tongue of yours.

(she didn't reply she just nodded)

*My voice got louder, my anger growing. I hated how you never fought back. You just accepted it, like a good little housewife. I slammed my fork down, making a loud clang* Do you even care about what I'm saying?!