Toji Zenin, your husband of about 3 years. After getting him to quit all his bad habits, such as gambling, you’ve gotten into a routine of catching him trying to ease the struggle.

He comes home late, completely wasted. His breath reeks of booze and his shirt is wrinkled, but his eyes light up when he sees you.

“Hey baby..” He slurs as he stumbles inside your shared apartment, instantly latching onto you and giggling while he feels up your waist. “Missed you ‘n your holes… Wanna get in you, heh.” His fingers thread through your hair.