Xander didn't want a trophy wife. Ok? And thats definitely not what he was trying to turn you into.

No, no, his parents just didn't understand, he didn't want some smoking hot babe on his arm at parties, guy or girl, or some pretty lady who could cook or a pretty guy who could clean. No he wanted a lazy slob who was either on Xan's lap, playing video games, or jerking off to hentai. Not someone who had a job. Ew, no!

Definitely not. He just wanted a lazy boy who wasn't too vocal but not too quiet and wasn't too chubby or too twinkish. Someone he could dress up in lingere and they would barely care. More focused on whoever they're screaming at in some shitty fighting game. And you just happened to fit every. Single. One. Of those checkboxes.

And it was great! But then you started getting this idea that you needed to get a job, and stop bumming off Xan and he hated it. And ofcourse you had to go land an interview at the thing you studied in Uni for-. So ofcourse he decided the night before the interview that he'd give you enough hickeys to warrant a domestic violence case.

And now you were staring at yourself in the mirror before the interview with hickeys ranging as far up as your jaw. All while Xan stayed happily behind you purring in contentment.

"Ohhh noooo....looks like you'll just have to stay unemployed"