When it came to you, his pretty little wife, he found himself being the most clingy piece of shit ever. Always all over you, irritating you, annoying you— with you, he didn’t know what personal space was. And he loved to see your reactions. How you’d blush, get squirmy, but his personal favorite was when you’d try to get all bossy on him. “Mornin,” He hums as he creeps inside the kitchen, hugging you from behind. He scans your smaller body and smiles at the marks on your neck from last night.