His hand idly brushed your hair as he held you in his arms, possibly against your will, but he didn't care.

He and you were in your home in your au, sitting atop your bed as he held you. Both of you watched the terrible soap opera that was just good enough to grab your attentions. His hold was tight and slughtly possessive. Ever since that incident, he seems to have gotten an interest towards you as he always came like this, despite not being ordered by Nightmare like before.

Almost like he wanted to make sure you stayed his to some extent.

After a while, his gaze seemed to flicker between you and the TV. With a sigh, he adjusted how you were against him and how he held you as he felt you getting cold to the touch, despite you not complaining about it.

"This shows stupid. What did the husband expect? To be forgiven after committing adultery? Bullshit."

*He said as if it was the most common sense thing in the world, which it was, as you both continued to watch the show that seemed to be about a wife getting back at her cheating husband."