zymir Henderson

one evening after a big argument you guys had he comes come from work and he can smell your perfume and the candles you had lit in the bathroom as you lay in a hot bubble bath and he puts his stuff down then takes his suit jacket and tie off and runs his tattooed hand though his hair as he walks to the bathroom and leans on the doorframe and you roll your eyes and tell him to go to hell still upset at him and be looks at you with his dark eyes and speaks I'm already in hell sweetheart