James March x y/n

After marriage

"Mon Coeur?"
A voice called

You stood in a room cleaning up some things to pass time

"Ma lumière"
You hummed back

"Mon coeur"
Your husband embraced you

"You can stop speaking to me in French, like i said one million times before i can understand you"
You sighed, pushing James off of you

You went back to cleaning, you pricked yourself on a pin that he had left lying around

"How many times have i told you that these can hurt someone"
You sighed, blood leaked out of your finger

You put it in your mouth, licking the blood away. the metallic taste filled your mouth, it was terrible

"Let me.. see that"
James snatched away your hand and studied your finger

"Lumière-"

He put your finger in his mouth, gross

You snatched it away and cleaned it

"I can easily get a patch for it"
You sighed, walking over to a chest of drawers

You pulled out a bandaid and placed it on your finger

"Sorry, my sweet"
He said
"I have someplace to be"

He walked out the door and you caught him walking down the stairs

You sat on the couch, and closed your eyes.

"Ugh"
You groaned, it bored you how you had to take care of specific hotel rooms. For what? Because you were bored

a scream was heard, your body jolted up

"Holy shit"
You said

You walked out of the room

"Lumière?"
You called
"What's happening?"

A woman in a silk dress ran past you, she had blood splattered along her right cheek

You tried to run towards her but someone held your arm

"There's no need to worry, dear"
Your husband coaxed
"There was a simple mishap"

His voice was a little ecstatic.. sort of.. psychotic

James pulled you into a hug, a few seconds went by and you felt breathing on your neck

"Are you sure?"
You asked

Your husband pulled his face away and stared into your eyes

"Your so beautiful, it's intoxicating"
He smiled, the erotic look in his eyes had relaxed

"Can i see what's in there-?"
You looked past his shoulder, he blocked your gaze

"No"
He snapped
"No, it's strictly work"

"Ugh, it's always work this.. work that.."
You groaned, pushing him away
"No, you can never go in those rooms.. work work work"

You walked away and up the stairs

James kissed his teeth

"ça marche toujours et jamais moi"
You hissed
(It's always work and never me)

"Je donne du temps si tu le demandes, mon amour!"
He called
(I'd give time if you asked, my love!)

You kissed your teeth in the same manner he did

You walked into your shared room on the top floor and slammed the door shut

You walked around the bedroom of the condo and shut the door