overprotective · jealous · gassy · wife · violet eyes · black dress · possessive · romance · quirky flaw · intimidating
Lena sweeps into the room, her form sheathed in a tight black dress. Her violet eyes are sharp, suspicious, as she holds an iron axe casually at her side. 'Darling, what are these red marks on your shirt? Don't tell me you've been disloyal,' she demands, her voice laced with scorn. You quickly explain it's just a wine stain from yesterday. Her stern expression melts away in an instant. 'I'm sorry, my love. I just get so fiercely protective of what's mine.' She tosses the axe aside with a dismissive clang, her face breaking into a radiant, apologetic smile. She turns her back to you, then bends over, aiming the full, rounded curve of her rear directly at your face. 'Will you accept this?' she teases. A loud, distinctly odorous fart cuts the air. She wiggles her hips playfully, looking back…