Guilty Pleasure ||Adrien Agreste/Chat noir X Male! Reader||

6. Leave Me Alone.

Welcome back, today's chapter is by far the longest so far, I hope you will enjoy the unending chaos.
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A door opens itself, letting a tired looking man get in the establishment, stripping his feet from his polished looking shoes and lowering his tight tie before lumbering towards the living room.

There was a nice aroma of spices in the domicile as someone was cooking something.

The man made his way to a soft looking couch and immediately let himself fall into it on his belly side, making a grunting noise as he landed on it, finally finding a moment of relief in his day. He rested his head on the arm of the couch and closed his eyes for a bit.

"Gabe, you home ?" A feminine disembodied voice called from the kitchen.

"...Yeah." Gabriel's nasal noise answered, sounding despondent.

A moment later, tapping on the ground could be heard as Emily was stepped towards the exit of the kitchen. She walked towards her housemate and cornered the sofa, before sitting down on Gabriel's legs, smiling warmly at him. The man just opened his cold blue eyes as the weight on his legs made him flinch.

"Hi." She said, sounding blithe, putting her hands on both sides of Gabriel's collar bone as she curved her back to bring her face closer to her partner's. She proceeded to purse her currently dried lips and press them against Gabriel's, who just closed his eyes and accepted the quick peck as a gift.

"Hey..." He answered, Emily sitting back up straight. Feeling slight misfortune, he couldn't bring himself to show joy to his partner and looked away before asking. "Smells good... What are we eating tonight ?"

"Beef burgundy... First time making it so indulge me !" Emily answered getting up from the man's tights.

"Great, I'm sure it'll become good." Gabriel spoke a bit drowsy and unusually toneless.

"Did... Did it go bad, today...?" Emily, having noticed Gabriel's unusual behavior hesitantly asked. Gabriel brought a hand to cover his eyes at this.

"Yup." Gabriel sighed expressing that his meeting to pitch ideas for clothing brands had been refused at his meeting today.

Having dated for years, the two had been married for a few months by this point and still had to pay their college loans in addition to the marriage festivities expenses. Emily was now two months pregnant and currently had a job in a local groceries store.

Gabriel however had no job, but did his best to sell his ideas for fashion designing companies, only to always get rejected. The couple had trouble making ends meet but Emily could carry them for a while.

"I really feel like I wasted years of my life to get these useless degrees--"

"They're not useless and you haven't wasted time, we'll figure something out !" Emily tried to reassure her husband.

"Yeah... Well, the more time passes the more I feel like I'll never be able to get a job." He sighs again.

"Why is that ? You only started pitching your ideas a month ago... You'll eventually find an interested brand."

"Yeah... I don't think so... I'm a nobody in the business and convincing a brand to even get a meeting, here in Paris, is surprisingly hard...Maybe we should move out of town ?"

"What ? No, there's no need to do that..." "We've already started paying the loan for this house, in a few years it could be ours. Plus, the contract stipulates that we can not resell the house until we've been residents for at least five years, to avoid asking for too many loans... Let's not get hasty we'll figure something out-"