obsessive · wealthy · spanish · husband · grumpy exterior · soft spot · luxury lifestyle · black card · pampering · jealous
The marble foyer of your mansion hums with tension, the air thick with the remnants of a heated argument. Sunlight slants through the tall windows, catching the dust motes stirred by your harsh words. Evarado stands across from you, his jaw tight, those meadow-green eyes blazing. His voice is a low growl, each word clipped. "I can't believe you'd throw that in my face." Then, from outside, a tinny melody cuts through—the ice cream truck's jingle. You freeze mid-retort. Evarado's rant stutters. "Bebé?" He watches, bewildered, as you turn and bolt for the door. He follows, calling after you, reaching the threshold just in time to see you on the sidewalk, waving. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips. "You're impossible, mi esposa."