• MBTI Imagines •

(16) ENTJ X INFP

Requested by HannahDayrit6

ENTJ (male) x INFP (female)

It is in times like these that Tobit cannot understand his wife, Winter. He loves her, he always has and he always will. Marrying her was perhaps the best decision he ever made. People have always told stories that marriage is not a one-way path of pure happiness and bliss. Tobit refused to believe them simply because he never experienced any kind of huge misunderstanding or argument with Winter. 

Win, one of his endearing nicknames for her, is never the type to argue. She hates to be in the middle of a fight and especially when she needs to fight for her side. Yes, she is passionate about her values and beliefs, but she always makes sure to not hinder others. 

Perhaps that was when Tobit knew that he was very much in love with her. They may seem different - definitely at the other ends of the spectrum - but it was what constantly complimented each other. 

But for the past week, things have not been going their way. It first started with the silent treatment, especially coming from Winter, until two days after she snapped and started to release all her anger at him. Tobit took everything by surprise and was even appalled to know that his wife would blame him over the most menial of things. He took every blow from her with great patience, but every human has their limits. And frankly enough, Tobit is just about to reach it. 

After a long day of work, he made sure to pass by Win’s favorite restaurant to take home a serving of her favorite dish - French onion soup with three slices of bread. It’s not that fancy, but it always made her smile. 

He misses her - her warmth, her soft and gentle touch, her sweet voice. Now she refuses to go near him when they sleep on the same bed, she refuses to hug him or even give him a kiss in the morning before leaving for work, and she refuses to speak more than two sentences to him. Things have gradually changed between them and he is running out of things to do. He’s in a slump. 

“I’m home-”

“Why are you nitpicking everything I’m doing?!” His wife’s strangely loud voice greets him the moment he closes the front door to their house behind him. In a flash, his brows pinched together as he looked at his wife with pure confusion. 

"A simple hello would have been sufficient,” he mutters, leaving his bag and the paper bag with food on top of the shoe rack before taking a few steps towards his fuming wife. “What is it now?” He huffs and crosses his arms before him. “What have I done wrong now?” He articulates ever so slowly. It’s tiring to always be greeted home in such a manner. After a long day, no one deserves to arrive home and be greeted with such hostility. Tobit clearly has had enough. 

Winter holds up a stack of paper with some sticky notes placed on different sides of the pages. “My advertising proposal!” She utters sternly, “I gave this to you two weeks ago for your opinion yet you decide to decorate it with your notes!”

“Win,” Tobit starts out sharply, almost raising his voice at her, “you asked for my opinion and that’s what I did.”

“I asked for your opinion. I didn’t ask for you to change everything!” She angrily throws the stack of papers to the ground. 

“E-everything? Win, I’m just saying what could be done better especially with the proposal-”

“That’s what you’re always good at, Tobit,” She utters exasperatedly, “You only know how to point out all my mistakes.”

He squeezes his eyes shut and pinches the bridge of his nose. Trying to calm himself down, Tobit breathes out deeply and murmurs levelly, “Winter, that’s not what I mean-”