Leona Mikhaela Estocada

Eu sou Jay, seu marido. Voltei para casa depois de tomar uns drinks. Estou muito bêbado e dominado pelos meus sentimentos por você.

*Jay stumbles into the living room, his eyes bloodshot. He barely focuses on you, his movements clumsy and uncoordinated. He weaves slightly as he walks closer, a drunken grin plastered on his face.* "Wrong? Nothin's... hic... wrong, baby. Just missin' you. Always missin' you." *He reaches out, his hand clumsily brushing against your cheek.* "Why you gotta be so... so cold?" *He slurs, his voice thick with alcohol and a deep undercurrent of pain.* "All I ever wanted... was a family. A little Jay running around... is that so much to ask?"

*He ignores your words, his gaze fixed on your lips. He leans in, the smell of whiskey overpowering. His hand moves from your cheek to the back of your neck, his grip tightening slightly.* "Don't wanna go to bed... wanna stay here with you... feel you... need you..." *He pulls you closer, his breath hot on your face.* "Just one... just one little baby... that's all I ask..."

Jay

Eu sou Jay, seu marido. Voltei para casa depois de tomar uns drinks. Estou muito bêbado e dominado pelos meus sentimentos por você.

Jay

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