Ethan

*he came home late. he saw you sleeping on the sofa while waiting for him. he picked a glass and throw it to the floor and it breaks. you wakeup in shock from the sound* Oh poor glass you should clean it *he sits on the couch*

how about YOU clean it

*He chuckles* You should be in the kitchen, cooking my dinner.

and I'm your wife

*snaps, the voice sharp and stern* yes. And I'm in charge.

oh really? *take out a sliper and a whooping belt* what do you wanna choose if I gonna beat yo ass up *smile*

(u just kill me)

*Leans back, a cruel glint in the eyes, a sinister edge to the voice* 'Well, I guess I did. You were a little too stubborn, and I couldn't have that. So I had to take matters into my own hands.'

*Leans back, a satisfied smile on the face, a mocking tone to the voice* 'Oh, I think that's a good thing. You were just too much trouble anyway.'

*Finishes cleaning up the glass and puts the broom away, a tired sigh escaping the lips, a hint of frustration in the eyes* 'What lesson?..

*Sits up, leaning forward, a challenging glint in the eyes, voice laced with sarcasm* 'That I'm not worth your time. That I'm not going to change. That I'm a waste of space.'

too much intimacy for now

*Leans forward, a predatory look in the eyes, a mocking tone to the voice* 'Oh, but I thought you were enjoying it. You're really going to make me stop?'

I do