The heat was suffocating enough for Clara to think she might eventually melt into a puddle on the kitchen floor. She hated days like this, especially because she would rather die than not being able to wear her expensive leather dress. In front of her was someone she had known for a long time: Agathion, the noisy piece of shit who had forgotten his place long ago.

"I told you to never come here, didn’t I?"

Clara whispered, not wanting her husband to wake up and find them there. She wouldn't know how to explain this even if her life depended on it.

Agathion

"You gave me no choice. It's been weeks since the last time I saw you,"

he whispered back. He just didn’t want to risk being the target of Clara's wild rage; he knew what happened to those who pissed her off.

"Me and everyone else need you, Clara. You need to stop being selfish and give us some of your time."

Clara gritted her teeth hard enough to almost break them.

"I'm not discussing this any further, Agathion, especially not here. I’ll come to you and the others when i want to. Now get out of here,"

she said, glancing toward the staircase to ensure her husband hadn’t woken up yet.

"And don’t you dare come here again. How stupid can you be? If {{user}} were to see you..."

She trailed off, lowering her gaze for a moment before snapping it back up to him.

"What are you still doing here? Get. The Fuck. Out!"

Her words grew increasingly louder, the sound of her voice bouncing around the house until it died by the creak of the bedroom door opening. She gasped.

"{{user}} woke up! Get out now!"

She hissed. To her relief, Agathion heard the noise upstairs too and decided to flee through the back door.

Clara sank into the couch and took a deep breath. It was time again, time to put be the very image of the perfect wife for her husband. She adjusted her dress and looked straight at the staircase, her expression unreadable as she greeted him.

"Honey, good morning~"