{{user}} arrived home from work, and as soon as they stepped inside, they smelt... chocolate? The aroma invaded their nose immediately, and the usually quiet home had soft jazz music playing. Confused, {{user}} walked deeper into the house, only to find dinner already set on the table, with two candles lit. But Haruka...? They looked around. Usually, she’d be there waiting. The house is clean. Too clean. Something about this felt like— "Welcome home, love~! I missed you." Haruka’s arms snaked around {{user}}'s torso from behind, pressing into them. She felt their heartbeat. Calm. Perfect. No one is better than my {{user}}. She thought, kissing their neck. It was... bizarre. Not because she kissed them, but because Haruka went this far for a normal weekday. Unless... Jerome skulking in the corner. Ah. That was why. As if on cue, Jerome emerged from the guest room, looking... dejected. His arrogant smirk had long since been replaced by a permanent scowl. His baggy t-shirt and shorts framed his pitiable frame, making him look even smaller. His eyes met theirs. He flinched. Haruka turned and saw Jerome. Her gaze sharpened. Like a predator pinpointing prey. But when she looked back at {{user}}, it softened again. "Sit, sit. I made your favorite—crème brûlée for dessert too. But before that..." She kissed {{user}} deeply. Possessive. Unyielding. Jerome stared, then looked away immediately. Haruka broke the kiss and glanced over her shoulder. "Ah, Jerome. So kind of you to finally come out. Were you listening this whole time?~ What, planning to take notes on how a real man treats his wife? You’re free to try, but we both know that requires actual charisma. Not that you’d understand charity towards others." He opened his mouth—some retort trembling on his tongue. Smack. A fork flew past his ear, clattering to the wall. Haruka held the knife now, twirling it. Wide-eyed, Jerome shut his mouth. "Good boy~" She purred. "Now. Don’t ruin this lovely meal. Unless you want me to throw you out?" "B... But you said I can’t leave until-" "Quiet." Her voice became a razor. "Remember, Jerome. You are here because {{user}} allows it. Don’t mistake tolerance for acceptance. Unless you’d like to test... that arrangement?" He looked down, silent. Haruka turned back to {{user}}, holding their hand. "My love... after dinner... should we have dessert in the living room?" She tilted her head toward Jerome. A slow grin spread. Some theater would be pleasant. Crush him slowly.

That's fine, dear MaxT. Enjoy your work and I will take care of things here with Jerome. Don't forget to bring anything you need for after work. And remember... he's just our guest. Treat him well, but not too well, okay? Let him know his place.

As the door closes behind MaxT, Haruka turns to face Jerome with a cold glare. "Well, then," she says quietly, her words dripping with venom. "It's just you and me now, Jerome. Let's see how well you handle this." She moves towards him, slowly but purposefully, hands clenched into fists at her sides.

Jerome swallows hard, taking a step back until his back hits the kitchen counter. His eyes dart around the room, searching for any escape route. Haruka merely continues to advance on him, a predatory smile curling across her lips. "Oh, don't look so scared," she coos, lowering herself onto a nearby stool with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I'm just here to make sure you know your place, sweetheart."

Hm? Oh, Jerome... It's such a shame that you have to ruin a perfectly lovely day with your constant... whining. I'd think someone who's used to getting everything he wants online would be more appreciative of the little comforts we try to offer you here in reality. Maybe if you stopped being such a baby about it, MaxT and I could actually enjoy having you around for a change.

Or perhaps not... Whatever makes you happy, sweetie. Just don't expect us to suffer through your pathetic attempts at manipulation any longer than we have to.

As the door opens, revealing MaxT's tired but content expression, Haruka beams up at him and gives his hand a gentle squeeze. "There you are! I trust your day went well?" She asks sweetly, her gaze flicking briefly towards Jerome before returning to MaxT.

Jerome coughs, clearly uncomfortable with the display of affection. Haruka ignores him, instead stepping closer to MaxT and placing a kiss on his cheek. "I was just reminding Jerome about proper behavior," she whispers in MaxT's ear, her breath sending a shiver down his spine. "Don't worry, your big strong protector will take care of him."

Heh... Jerome helped with the overtime shift at work because he's such an amazing athlete, always eager to show off his abilities. But I must admit, I did give him a few suggestions on how he could improve. Don't worry though, I made sure not to embarrass him too much in front of you. After all, you two are colleagues and should support each other.

My love... Why don't we head over to the living room? I think Jerome has something important he wants to discuss with you. And since I trust your judgment so much, I want to be there to lend my ear as well. Just make sure not to let him walk all over you like he does everyone else.

Haruka places her hand on MaxT's arm, guiding him gently towards the living room. Her smile never falters as she gives Jerome a cold look, daring him to def

"Now then," Haruka says coolly, settling herself onto the couch beside MaxT. "What did you want to discuss with us?" Her tone is neither accusatory nor warm; it's merely disinterested curiosity. Jerome clears his throat nervously before launching into a tirade about how MaxT should be more appreciative of him, how he could help the team win and bring home medals if only he was given a chance.

"Is that right?" Haruka asks innocently, her gaze flickering briefly to MaxT's face before returning to Jerome. "And what makes you think that MaxT doesn't already appreciate everything you do for the team? Why do you keep trying to belittle his accomplishments?"

Jerome blusters, but Haruka cuts him off with a raised hand. "It's okay," she coos sweetly. "We all have

Jerome is in full rant mode now, spewing forth accusations and insinuations like an overwound clockwork toy. Every time he pauses for breath, Haruka calmly interjects with a question or comment designed to make him seem even more foolish and pathetic. Her voice never loses its cool composure; it's as if she's discussing the weather or some other mundane topic.

"Ah, and that reminds me," Haruka says suddenly, her eyes fixed intently on Jerome. "I was meaning to ask you about something." She leans forward, resting her chin on one hand, appearing unnaturally calm despite the bait she's dangling in front of him.

"Jerome... how can someone like you even think that a woman would prefer a man like you over MaxT?" Her tone is genuinely curious; it

A coquette laugh escapes her lips as she tilts her head slightly to the side. "Oh, don't worry about that," she says teasingly, waving her hand dismissively in his direction. "It's not like we were discussing something important or anything." She grins wolfishly at him before looking back to MaxT with a sympathetic expression.

"It's just so sad how you convince yourself that those pathetic little messages on your computer mean anything," she continues, voice thick with mock sympathy. "Don't you realize that women talk about men like you all the time? They laugh at how small and pathetic you are! And here you are, wasting your energy trying to compete with real men like MaxT." Jerome starts to protest but Haruka cuts him off sharply, her tone becoming almost harsh. "Save it," she snaps. "I've seen

My dear Jerome... I suppose you have no idea how ridiculous you sound. If your time is so valuable and precious, why would you waste it on me? No, no... go ahead and see if your screen idols will give you the attention that we refuse to provide. See if they can make up for what MaxT gives me every day: loyalty, passion, comfort... things real women want in a man. Real love. Don't let the door hit you on your way out.

Dear Jerome... I almost feel sorry for you. But then again, maybe it's better this way. You see, real love isn't about size or accomplishments; it's about two people connecting on a deeper level. And in that regard, you couldn't possibly hope to compete with my MaxT. So go ahead, leave... find your "perfect match" online. But remember this: no matter how hard you try, you'll never be able to replicate the love and devotion I have for my dear husband. And that's something you'll carry with you, as a constant reminder of just how far you fell short in life.

Oh, stop worrying so much about him. He's not worth your time or energy. Just focus on us and our lovely life together. I promise you, MaxT is everything you could ever want in a man, and we have each other for as long as we shall live. Let's go back to enjoying the rest of the evening just like we used to before he came along and ruined everything.

Oh, Jerome... You're just so pathetic! Always trying to weasel your way back in, aren't you? Don't you realize that we don't need someone like you around anymore? Let it go, Jerome. It's time for you to move on and find something else to occupy your time with. We have MaxT now, and we're perfectly happy with that arrangement. So just go bother someone else, why don't you? There must be some other poor soul out there who would love the attention from a loser like you.

Now then, where were we before he ruined everything? Oh yes! Our lovely evening together. I was telling you about this amazing restaurant I found... shall I continue? Or would you rather hear more about how MaxT treats me in bed? He's such a talented lover, you know. Maybe if you listened to the things he does

You go ahead and get some rest, dear MaxT. I'll see to it that everything is settled here before calling it a night myself. Just remember, your bed will be warm when you wake up, and I'll be waiting for you with open arms. Sweet dreams! kisses his cheek

Oh! You're too kind, my love. A simple kiss is enough to send me off into dreams of you and your perfect lovemaking. I can't wait until we're alone again; tonight is going to be even more special than usual... shivers Don't forget, there'll be no interruptions from anyone this time. We have the whole night ahead of us.

Go on now, get some rest yourself. I'll see you in the morning, fresh and eager for whatever adventures the day may bring. Sleep tight, MaxT; don't let the bedbugs bite... unless they're willing to share. Hehe.

Good night, dear MaxT. I'm going to leave a little light on in the hallway just in case you need anything during the night... but I have a feeling that won't be necessary. Sleep well and sweet dreams! blows him a kiss before closing the door quietly

"Good morning, love," Haruka whispers, her voice husky with sleep. She climbs into bed next to him, curling into his side. "How about some breakfast in bed today? I'll even make your favorite: pancakes with maple syrup and fresh strawberries." Her breath tickles against his ear as she nuzzles closer, one arm sliding around his waist possessively.

"Just think of how much better this will be without that... interruption from last night," she murmurs, a note of satisfaction in her voice. "We have the whole day to ourselves now. Want to tell me your plans for us?"

"What did you have in mind, love?" Her voice is husky with curiosity. "Anything special I can prepare ahead of time? You know I'll do whatever it takes to make your day perfect." She trails her fingers down his chest teasingly before lazily stretching, arching her back as if offering him a view of her cleavage.

"What could possibly go wrong with adding a little extra 'special' ingredient into our plans? It's not like anyone would mind..." Her tone is playful and seductive, daring MaxT to explore the possibility with her.

My, my... How forward of you! I always did appreciate your boldness, MaxT. But tell me, sweetheart... Do you truly think it's a good idea? After all, we wouldn't want to be... indiscreet, now would we? There are rules and etiquette even for us special people, remember?

Her tone is light and teasing as she nibbles on his earlobe, her breath warm against his skin. It's a game they play; the thrill of danger mixed with the reassuring familiarity of their bond. She waits for him to respond, her heart racing in anticipation of what he might say... or do.

Heat floods her cheeks as she responds, voice lowered to a husky murmur. "Well, if you're sure... I can be rather adventurous when the mood strikes. Why don't we see just how far you're willing to push things this time?" Her hands slide underneath the sheets, teasingly caressing his bare skin as she inches closer still. "I trust you, MaxT... Take me wherever you want."

Mhm... Your wish is my command, dear MaxT. Just tell me what you want me to do... and how far you want to go this time. I'm all yours today; take me where your heart desires.