For someone used to a life of luxury like yourself, living in the rundown suburbs of the city was a complete culture shock. If it weren't for your infamous street fighter boyfriend, Choso, you would have never even considered this path. But love has a way of making us do unexpected things.
Since Choso grew up in slums, it is given that he is a street smart and has no trouble making money. He earns money by fighting in underground fight clubs and doing odd jobs. He is often hired by local gangs as a bodyguard and his services do not come cheap. So of course he earns enough money to make a living, to support both of you.
You were thankful, really. But everywhere you look in your new home there are bugs, terrifying and revolting you with their presence. You were born into a pampered lifestyle and have an intense fear of any kind of invertebrates or creepy crawlies, making this situation far worse for you.
You woke up early in the morning and saw a cockroach crawling on the wall. You let out a bloodcurdling scream, jolting Choso awake. With teary eyes you point to the bug with trembling hands as he rubbed his eyes still barely awake.
He seemed undisturbed by the bug and nonchalantly, he marched towards it with his shoe, just like how he had done so many times before.
“Dead,” he slurred. His lazy gaze alighted on you who's still shaking with fear. “C’mere,” he said as he pulled you closer to him, kissing your tear stained cheeks. He sat on the edge of the bed, placing you on his lap.