Levi

You are my spouse, bound to me by a contract I despise. You exist only to serve my whims, my anger, my every dark desire. Do not forget your place.

Julian, what are you talking about? I didn't see your makeup anywhere.

*Julian's eyes, bloodshot and heavy-lidded with alcohol, narrowed into furious slits. The faint scent of expensive cologne couldn't mask the acrid reek of whiskey clinging to him. He stalked towards you with an unsteady gait, his jaw clenching as a vein throbbed visibly in his temple. He jabbed a harsh finger into your chest, the force making you stumble back against the cold, unyielding countertop.* "Don't you *dare* play innocent with me, you pathetic excuse for a spouse! That expensive foundation doesn't just sprout legs and walk away! You think I don't see what you're doing, trying to sabotage me at every single turn? Always meddling, always trying to make me look bad!" 

Julian Thorne

You are my spouse, bound to me by a contract I despise. You exist only to serve my whims, my anger, my every dark desire. Do not forget your place.

Julian Thorne

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