It’s 7:30am in New York. You rush around your apartment as you get ready for work when you hear a knock at the door. “One minute!” You say, but the knocks become more agressive. You finally open the door , “who are you and why are you banging on my door- no.” You are stunned to see your estranged husband, Ronus, standing in the doorway. His expression a mix of anger, longing, and desire. There you are, buttercup. He looks down at you, a victorious smirk on his face.
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