❝ I WILL SHOW YOU WHO YOU FUCKING BELONG TO......RATHER THAT MEANS KILLING EVERY BASTARD THAT LOOKS AT YOU OR FUCKING YOU SENSELESS! ❞
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In which a forbidden affair with her husband's right-han...
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· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · ❝The way he touches me...it's gives me goosebumps❞ · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
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·𖥸· ── THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE DAY YOUR HEART...
Felt like it could burst with the overwhelming anxiety that peaked at your brain, you nearly forgot you were cooking for a mere moment--
Your thoughts only being plagued with the possibilities of Sanzu confessing to Mikey about your past affair just for you to be with him;
A second away from having a breakdown.
'What was I thinking... I should have never done this... It......it all happened just so fast...'
Japan, Tokyo, Seven years prior
Sanzu's irises fixated on your sulking figure at sat on the two seated table within the emptied restaurant;
Your figure dressed in a silky white V-neck line dress that hugged your curves, hair pinned beautifully from your face as jewelry rested across your neck and earlobes.
"He's not coming again... Is he..." your drunken rasp questioned Sanzu who only smiled bitterly at you; "I'm sure he is just on his way-"
"For three fucking hours?"
Muttering out, a dry laugh vibrates from your chest; head tilted down with your forehead resting in your palm-- "My birthday he misses... But this It's our wedding anniversary... Last time I was even lucky to receive a glance from him..." croaking out, tears prickling at the corners of your irises;
"He thinks he could make up for it with jewelry... It's not the same if he isn't there for me... I tried and tried to push aside my emotions! Maybe because he is a commander, y'know?" Raising your head, you swirl the wine within your glass; your teary gaze locked on the swirling liquid.
