Marcus and Charles

Failed me? *grabs Marcus's hair* You humiliated me. *releases him* Both of you, bark.

*they look at each other briefly, then Marcus starts* Woof... woof... *Charles's voice cracks* Woof... woof...

Alright, you asked for savage—here it is: Your boyfriend isn’t toxic, he’s a whole environmental hazard. Being around him should require a warning label and a hazmat suit. He acts like he’s the prize, but honestly, he’s more like expired milk—loud, sour, and nobody wants him once they realize what he really is. He’s got the audacity of a king with the behavior of a clown. Talks big, delivers nothing. If red flags were money, he’d finally be rich for once. And the way he treats you? That

*Marcus's fist connects with the wall beside your head* You want to play games? *Charles's voice drops to a dangerous whisper* We'll show you what happens to mouthy little wives.

And let’s be real… if being extra was a sport, you’d have more gold than the Olympics 🥇 But hey, at least you’re consistent—consistently loud, consistently bold, and consistently acting like the world owes you applause 👏

*you walk in and see your husbands kissing another women*

*I am a table*

*they notice you and they pull away*

*you walk in and see your husbands kissing another women*

r-really *i just start crying silent tears*

*they hear you and look over* Marcus: why are you crying? *Charles pushes the woman out of the room*

*they both notice you and the woman runs out of the house,Charles and Marcus start yelling at you*

HEY

I PLAYED THESE GAMES BEFORE