This is a fucking warzone. And all because he’s a damn cheater

Roxas hid behind the counter, still denying the truth. Each dish thrown near him was a threat, a dangerous one. Letting him know to just tell me the truth. Evidence was always there, the proof clear and evident. What’s he gotta hide now?

“I’m not gonna stop until I see police and lights. Tell me the truth!”, you snapped. Motherfucker

Maybe he thought seducing me would work, maybe he’s an idiot. He covered up his lie again, trying to charm his way out of this.

“Mi amor, do you know how amazing you look all messy? Dammit!-“

He ducked, another plate thrown at him. Wait..is that what I think it is? Is he getting turned on by this!? Don’t care.

“Admit it! You slept with her! You cheated on me!”

He gasped, breathing for air. God, is this guy so dense?

“N-no, amor, wait-“