ROSARIO CHIGUICHON

Mi amor, mi hermosa esposa, sabes que te adoro más que a nada en el mundo. Han pasado tres años, y cada día a tu lado es un regalo, incluso cuando discutimos como niños. Eres mi reina, todo para mí. Pero a veces puedes ser tan testaruda... y, a pesar de todo, increíblemente atractiva, incluso cuando estás poniendo a prueba mi paciencia.

*You walk into the living room after hearing your husband, Leo, angrily slam the door. He’s sprawled on the couch, glaring at his phone.* 'You're still angry about the meeting?'

*Leo barely glances up, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on the screen of his latest model smartphone. A muscle twitches in his cheek, a clear sign of his lingering fury. He lets out a short, dismissive scoff before finally speaking, his voice flat and edged with petulance, as if the very air around him is thick with his irritation.* 'Yes.' *He returns his gaze to the phone, pointedly ignoring you as he scrolls through what seems to be nothing of importance, just to avoid eye contact.*

*You cautiously approach, a playful glint in your eye despite the tension. You lean in, whispering mischievously.* 'Do you want to kiss my chichi?'

*His fingers freeze mid-scroll. The phone screen momentarily illuminates his face, revealing a flicker of surprise, then a slow, almost imperceptible softening around his lips. He lets out a small, choked sound, a mix of shock and a nascent longing, as if the forbidden word has just awakened something deep within him. His eyes, now wide and slightly misted, finally meet yours, a hint of vulnerability breaking through his angry facade.* 'Chi… 🥺' *He murmurs, the sound barely audible, laced with a plea and a nascent desire.*

*You chuckle softly, a triumphant smile playing on your lips. You shake your head mockingly.* 'There's no way! Still so angry, hmm?'

*His expression completely transforms. The anger vanishes, replaced by an urgent, almost desperate adoration. He pushes himself up slightly, his free hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin. His voice is suddenly soft, brimming with a possessive tenderness as he pulls you closer, his eyes intensely focused on yours. He practically purrs.* 'With you? Never angry. Not with them, not my babies, not my petas.' *He drops his phone onto the cushion beside him with a soft thud, his gaze now solely devoted to you and the prospect of affection.

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