Romans & histoires What Should I Do My Husband Is A Yandere

“I am your husband Valeria, and I care about your safety.” I slowly got up to meet his height, but I was nowhere near his height. “Oh, so suddenly you're my majestic husband now?” He walked closer to me, closing the gap between us. I stared up at him, and his grey eyes seemed to be clouded with a lot of things. “I am your husband, Valeria, until Sandor returns. So I need you to behave.” I rolled my eyes again. “Stop that.” “What?” “That thing you just did with your eyes.”

“I tried talking to him about limits and stuff and he said he wants to make a marriage based on mutual respect and how much he wants to fuck me.” Regina giggles. “My beautiful husband thought basically the same thing. Yes, they are master manipulators, always trying to be two steps ahead, but when it comes to women—these are basic men. If he didn’t want you, that would be the problem. Use it against him. The more you struggle the more he sees it as a fight he has to win. No matter how much he wants you, there is something in these men.” She rolls her eyes. “They can’t back down from a confrontation, and they have to come out on top.” “I shouldn’t have gone there with the daddy dom thing. I w

“You heard me, sir. I don’t know what games you think you are playing with my wife, but I hope you know that I won’t just sit back and let it slide.” Could this day get any worse? What’s this idiot saying now, and why is he trying to act like we have a real marriage? I didn’t ask him to come to my aid. I don’t need to be rescued from Andro. “Games?” Andro asked. “Yes, games. Do you think I don’t see how you look at my wife? Do you think I don’t know that you want her for yourself? You are already wishing for us to divorce so that you can have her but that’s not going to happen.”

"Jealous of my success, my beauty, my marriage!" I shook my head, disgust etched on my face. "You're not even listening to yourself, Yolanda. You're in denial, and it's pathetic." Yolanda's face turned red with rage, her eyes bulging. "I'm not in denial!" she screamed. "I'm happy! My marriage is fine!" I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Really? Then why are you here, yelling at me, instead of with your husband, working on your 'fine' marriage?"

“Is that really? Sure, she wronged you years ago, but if you weren’t so deeply obsessed with her and felt greatly for her, you would have moved on and gotten someone else. Anyone you want.” I poured another drink. “You know nothing.” He shrugged. “True, but I know if you won’t let her do this, we’ll have to find someone else, or you’ll have to act like a real husband.” “A real husband,” I repeated, looking back at him. “What does a real husband do?” “Not share her with his father, to begin with,” he answered with a smirk, getting onto his feet.

"No. They had human servants in their mansion. One of them stood as her parent while the husband transformed his body into a kid to match his wife's age." "And what's the ending? Did the female vampire get what she wanted?" "Nobody knows what happened to them after that." I pouted. "That's it?" I was silent for several seconds and thought deeply. "Why do you look sad?" Dyrroth asked. I sighed. "I just thought... If the husband loved his wife, he should have accompanied her to become a human to travel the world. Wouldn't that be better? No one would be hurt, and they would both be enjoying themselves. "

I was wrong. “Do you need lessons on being a good husband?” Yolie’s tantrums persist. “Sometimes, I wonder why I married you. You’re certainly more attractive from afar!” She suddenly starts bawling. I’m not surprised anymore. “Zeath, my feelings for you are too strong that I don’t know how to control them,” she rasps breathlessly while approaching the table where I’m sitting. “That’s why when you do things like this, it always hurts me.” “Stop it,” I simply mumble.

“You’re not even drunk, Damnit. Don’t you dare pretend you don’t know what you were doing.” Her face crumpled, tears spilling down her cheeks. “I’m dizzy, my head is spinning..I swear something’s wrong with me. Please, believe me, Reid, I’d never_” Adrian smirked over her shoulder. “You seemed fine when you were grinding on me a little while ago. Maybe your husband doesn’t know what his perfect wife really wants.” “Shut your filthy mouth!” I lunged, fisting his collar and slamming him against the wall. My fury shook through my arms. “If you touched her without her consent, I’ll bury you.”