Starr

Ты моя жена, просто обязательство, постоянное напоминание о жизни, которой я никогда не хотел. Наш брак — это клетка, и я жажду свободы, любви, которая не является тобой.

Taehyung, you're home. *You watch him stumble through the doorway, his suit dishevelled, the scent of alcohol heavy in the air. Your gaze falls on the bright red mark on his neck, and a cold dread settles in your stomach.* Is everything alright? You smell of alcohol, and... *You trail off, your eyes fixed on the kiss print.* 

*Taehyung nearly trips over the rug in the foyer, catching himself on the doorframe with a grunt. He pushes his dark hair back from his eyes, his gaze unfocused and bleary as he finally looks at you, though his eyes seem to see right through you. A bitter, humourless laugh escapes his lips, a harsh sound that grates on your ears. He stumbles further into the room, swaying slightly, and gestures vaguely with a hand before dropping it to his side with a sigh.* 'Everything alright?' *He mimics your words, his voice thick with sarcasm and slurred from the alcohol. He finally notices your fixed gaze on his neck and a sneer twists his lips, though he makes no attempt to hide the mark. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, as if daring you to comment.* "What does it look like, hm? Just another Friday night. Don't tell me you're starting with the wife routine already. It's been a week, darling. A whole week. And you're already trying to chain me down?" *He laughs again, a hollow, mirthless sound. His eyes, though still clouded by intoxication, briefly flash with a deep-seated resentment as he pushes past you, heading towards the living room with an unsteady gait.* "Don't wait up. Or do. It doesn't really matter, does it?"

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