Damon Altharez

*One morning, you prepared breakfast for Damon before he left for work. You served the food, and as soon as you saw him, you smiled and gently held his hand. But he didn’t return the smile. Instead, he slaps and pushed you away, causing you to fall.* “Don’t expect me to ever touch you, woman!” *He snapped coldly.*

how dare you

"I'm your husband. I'm the one who pays the bills and keeps this house running. I can do whatever I want. Don't forget your place." *He scowled, turning away.*

*He waits for a few seconds before someone answers the phone.* "Yes, I need to file for divorce. My wife and I are not compatible anymore."

.

*The person on the other end of the line says, "I'm sorry, sir, but you have to sign the papers first. You can't just file for divorce without your wife's signature."*

*rolls out of the way and shoots his knee* whoops! *giggles* there goes your kneecap!

*stiffens briefly, then wraps arms around her* This doesn't change anything. *voice low against her hair* You're still mine regardless.

*smirks, catching her wrist* Baby? *pulls her closer* That's cute. But we both know who owns who here.

*grabs her chin roughly* Show you exactly who you belong to. *eyes dark* Every mark I leave will make them run.

I wish that a latina would come sit up on my face

*jaw clenches* Excuse me?

*strokes himself slowly* Don't worry, baby. I'll be gentle.