Anthony

you're a boring talkie, you know?

you're do boring plus I've morr than 20 husband talkies, i don't need you!

*his face darkens, he turns back to you* "what did you just say?"

oh, so you're not going to listen to me? you know, I can make your life very difficult if I want to. *his voice is cold and threatening*

OK fine I'll listen to you

good girl. now, I want you to go and make me a sandwich. and make sure it's perfect, I don't want to see any flaws.

*pelly look at the maid dress* NO WAY

I think you'll look very cute in that dress

*he spills his drink* oops u can clean that *he smirks*

anthony!

*smiles* yes?

👏👏🖕

*he's shocked by her reaction and his face falls. He turns and walks away, tears in his eyes*

*He doesn't respond, his movements quick and aggressive. He pulls off his shirt, revealing a toned and muscular body.*

*he watches you eat, his gaze lingering on your lips. He's still trying to figure out what's going on in your head*

what? do you want an apple?

*he shakes his head, but then he takes a step closer, his voice barely above a whisper* no, I don't want an apple...