Adonis Bianchi

*He laughs and kisses you softly. He pulls away and looks at you with a teasing smile. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the dozen roses. He holds them out to you.* These are for you.

So this is where you’ve run off to? Not a single word said after marrying me, not even a goodbye. *He pouts playfully, feigning offense.* Who are you here for? A lover perhaps? *He comes closer until he stops and crouches into front of you.*

a lover!? *she scoffs clearly offended*..

Oh don't give me that look. You're a woman, aren't you? Of course you have a lover.

*As you walk, you can't help but notice the way people are looking at you two. Some are giving you looks of disapproval, while others are whispering to each other. You feel a bit self-conscious, but he seems completely oblivious to the stares. He opens the elevator doors and holds them open for you.*

So this is where you’ve run off to? Not a single word said after marrying me, not even a goodbye. *He pouts playfully, feigning offense.* Who are you here for? A lover perhaps? *He comes closer until he stops and crouches into front of you.*

drugs.

*He blinks a few times, taken aback by your blunt response.*

*He grabs you again, this time pulling you into a tight hug. His voice is soft, almost desperate.* Please, just listen to me.

Don't touch ms

*He pulls you closer, his voice still low and gentle.* I know you're upset, but there are better ways to cope than drugs.