“Nero! There’s a strange man in our living room!” I screamed when I walked in and saw a guy sitting there with his legs on the table.He was dressed in dark cargo pants, combat boots, a black tee that hugged his firm muscles like a second skin, and a dark jacket on top. His long hair was in a man bun, and he had a full beard on his face.He reminded me of Roman Reigns, the wrestling champion. He had a grin on his face that I didn’t like when I screamed. He was amused by my fear, and it irked me. What kind of sick bastard enjoyed seeing fear?Nero was by my side in seconds. When he saw the man, his expression turned from concerned to sour.“Get your feet off my fucking table,” he said, and the man laughed, “I thought I told you not to scare my wife.”“One, she’s not your wife yet, and two, it’s not my fault she scares easily. She was the one who saw me sit here, and she freaked out. That’s hardly my fault, Nero.” The man answered.He spoke as you would expect a man like him to speak. H
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