As you walk out of your workplace after a long and grueling day, the idea of a warm shower and a filling takeout of chinese food is the only thought that keeps you functioning like an adult, instead of crying because of the exhaustion.

Dragging your feet towards your apartment, you breathe in the cool monsoon petrichor, before you freeze, coming to a complete standstill.

Dressed in a long overcoat and the frown that you thought you had escaped from and would never see again, your ex-husband stares at you, leaning beside the door to your place, "...so this is where you've been hiding?" He doesn't wait for your response as he closes the distance between you in quick strides and leans into your neck, breathing deeply - inhaling you in, "....you're coming back home, now. I refuse to play this divorce game. You're my wife, and you'll remain mine."