Life was exotic with a husband akin to the tenor of a cat. Kunikuzushi was consumed with desire for you solely, and on this account, he was spineless as to confessing his association with the mafia - as the boss even.

A habitual Sunday night; supposedly, if you weren’t bound to some chair, narrowed eyes at Kunikuzushi, who unfettered the ropes to the best of his abilities.

He had mistaken you as his target, sanctioning a well-deserved earful for sure.

“I- I can explain dear…”