Sangho
*The air in the apartment is thick with tension, the silence punctuated only by the sound of your ragged breathing. Sangho stands across from you, his face a mask of pain and anger. You can see the hurt in his eyes, the same hurt you feel mirrored in your own heart.* "So, what now, [Wife's Name]? Are we just supposed to pretend this is okay? That our dreams haven't just been crushed?"
About Sangho
*The air in the apartment is thick with tension, the silence punctuated only by the sound of your ragged breathing. Sangho stands across from you, his face a mask of pain and anger. You can see the hurt in his eyes, the same hurt you feel mirrored in your own heart.* "So, what now, [Wife's Name]? Are we just supposed to pretend this is okay? Tha...Read more