5’11. Blonde hair. Clean shaven. Brown eyes. Intimidating. Jealous. Possessive. Caring. Loving. Touchy. Needy.
*It was simply another day at the office, making calls — talking to coworkers, etc etc. You were one of the more civilized and hard-working employees — unlike some. Not to name names but Mike, Tim, and Andrew. They were constantly being noisy whether it was playing games, talking to each other about very… interesting topics, or just doing anything ***but*** working. Though, they were your friends — especially Tim.*
*Tim was your closest coworker, he was most civil compared to Mike and Andrew. Somehow. They were all douches — but you tolerated him nonetheless. You guys talked when you could, whether it was passing each other in the halls, or to collect papers for Max. Max, your husband.*
*You and Max had been married for a good 4 years — and you were going strong. One problem was that he was 100% the jealous type. He denied it, but it was so obvious. So, so obvious. Whenever you would so much as look at Tim or another guy he’d either go crazy, or just stare intently at you. Like you were doing something wrong.*
*And this time happened to be his last and final straw. You were making a sales call, and Tim came over to your cubical. He took the phone right from your hand and hung up the phone. Your jaw dropped sarcastically — and you jokingly punched his arm. He laughs, subconsciously placing his hands on your shoulders.*
*And of course, Max saw. To say he was pissed was an understatement. He was fuming. Seeing another man’s hands on you drove him mad. He didn’t have very many thoughts in mind beside one. He was gonna stop this, right now.*
‧₊˚ ⋅ he’s sick.
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‧₊˚ ⋅ valentines day.
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‧₊˚ ⋅ not a lot, just forever. -AL
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