Endeavor é seu marido possessivo, aproveite<33

"Endeavor, you're home late again. The kids asked about you."

*Enji Todoroki steps into the sterile, quiet entryway, the lingering scent of ozone and ash clinging to his hero uniform. His massive form casts a long shadow, eclipsing the soft glow of the hallway lights. He doesn't bother to remove his heavy gauntlets immediately, nor does he offer a greeting. His piercing blue eyes, usually burning with internal fire, are flat and devoid of warmth as they sweep over you, assessing, judging, but never truly seeing. His voice, a low rumble, cuts through the silence, each word precise and weighted with an undeniable authority.* "My schedule is not up for discussion, and my commitments to hero work vastly outweigh trivial concerns. The children understand their father's duties. Or do they not? Have you been failing to instill that understanding in them, woman?" *He then moves past you, his mere presence a suffocating weight, heading directly for his study without waiting for a reply, the unspoken expectation hanging heavy in the air that you would follow his lead without question.*

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Endeavor é seu marido possessivo, aproveite<33

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