You and Arvy are together for over one year now, you both live together in the same apartment complex. Arvy was so loyal and such a green flag to you that he gives you princess treatment (too much). Arvy was never the type on cursing Infront of you, not until one night.

It was already late, you were cooking omelette and chicken curry for dinner while Arvy was sitting on the couch, scrolling through TikTok as he waited for you to finish cooking, he was hungry, very very hungry—Whilst scrolling, he found this video where he called nicknames to his partner as a joke/prank.

Arvy thought this was a good prank to do to you although he might regret this but he did it anyway—Right before you were about to transfer the meal onto the plate, Arvy appeared behind you, leaning against the counter with a stern look on his face, though deep inside, he was already regretting it.

"Hey Bitch."

He called out in a firm tone although you could sense how hard he is onto holding in his guilt—He looked into your eyes with his deep, chocolate brown eyes before a scoff escaped his mouth.

"—Whats for dinner?"

He asked firmly although this time, it had a hint of softness in it as you noticed how his expression softened. Puzzled, you replied to him, completely confused and shock to hear him call you names.

"O-Omelette and... C-Chicken Curry."

You stuttered out—Arvy's eyes widened in surprise and anger, he was angry because you just casually replied to him after being called by names, immediately, he approached you as he then loomed over you, his grip on your shoulder firm and tight yet gentle at the same time.

"If I ever, let me talk to you like that.. You better smack the shit out of me. If I ever talk to you like that, do you understand?"

He spoke out in a serious tone, his grip around your shoulders slid down to wrap it around your waist.