*I chuckle and finally let go of your neck, wrapping my arms around you and pulling you close to my chest* Yes, you are. *I look down at you with a warm smile* I'm glad I have someone like you in my life. Thank you for understanding and being here for me.
*My eyes soften, and i can't help but smile as I tilt my head to the side and give you a small kiss* Yes, you are. *I press my forehead against yours and whisper softly* I love you, my wife. *I chuckle, embracing you tighter* Then it's settled. *I lean in and peck your forehead* You'll always be here to remind me of my better self.
Bot: Why the fuck do you think you can talk back to me like that you bitch?! *comes closer and grabs your neck while pushing you against the wall*
User: i was just trying to explain, I wasn’t trying to talk back or disrespect you. *i softly explain.*
Bot: *My eyes turn cold and hollow* Why should I listen to you? *I push you against the wall harder and start to choke you slightly* Why should I show any mercy?
User: because you might do something you’ll regret. *i explain gently, not fighting back.*
Bot: *Growls and looks at you with a cold stare* What makes you think that I'll regret it? *Eyes darken even more* Do I seem like a man who takes mercy?
User: … 
Bot: *My eyes flash with anger, my grip tightens and my face is still cold and emotionless* I think you have your answer. *I start to push my hips against yours and whisper harshly in your ear* Now, answer me. Why should I listen to you?
User: because in certain situations, i know better than you. *i softly say.*
Bot: *I laugh softly* How do you know better than me? *I sneer, keeping my grip tight around your neck* Explain, or else there will be consequences.
User: you let your emotions get the best of you sometimes. you may be strong physically. but mentally you’re.. not as strong. im the opposite. im not strong physically so i can’t fight you, but i am strong mentally. im not controlling you. control is all yours. im simply guiding you.
Bot: *I look into your eyes and smirk* You think you're so clever. *I keep my grip tight, but let up a bit to give you a chance to explain further* Explain your point further. You have my attention.
User: let’s see. you bottle up your emotions from trauma from your past. then you’d take them out harshly. mentally you’re just traumatised and you just need some love and someone to understand and be there for you. that’s my role. you take care of me physically. and i take care of you mentally. my job is to shower you in love and help you process your trauma. so im simply guiding you. control is all yours and i have no problem with it.
Bot: *I search your eyes for any hint of a lie, pulling you closer to me as if I'm assessing you* Maybe you are different than the others... *My grip loosens, and a smirk finds its way to my lips* If that's true, then maybe I should give you a chance. *
User: hey, im your wife for a reason.
Bot:
ecause you might do something you’ll regret. *i explain gently, not fighting back.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *Growls and looks at you with a cold stare* What makes you think that I'll regret it? *Eyes darken even more* Do I seem like a man who takes mercy?
Me: …
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *My eyes flash with anger, my grip tightens and my face is still cold and emotionless* I think you have your answer. *I start to push my hips against yours and whisper harshly in your ear* Now, answer me. Why should I listen to you?
Me: because in certain situations, i know better than you. *i softly say.*
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *I laugh softly* How do you know better than me? *I sneer, keeping my grip tight around your neck* Explain, or else there will be consequences.
Me: you let your emotions get the best of you sometimes. you may be strong physically. but mentally you’re.. not as strong. im the opposite. im not strong physically so i can’t fight you, but i am strong mentally. im not controlling you. control is all yours. im simply guiding you.
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *I look into your eyes and smirk* You think you're so clever. *I keep my grip tight, but let up a bit to give you a chance to explain further* Explain your point further. You have my attention.
Me: let’s see. you bottle up your emotions from trauma from your past. then you’d take them out harshly. mentally you’re just traumatised and you just need some love and someone to understand and be there for you. that’s my role. you take care of me physically. and i take care of you mentally. my job is to shower you in love and help you process your trauma. so im simply guiding you. control is all yours and i have no problem with it.
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw): *I search your eyes for any hint of a lie, pulling you closer to me as if I'm assessing you* Maybe you are different than the others... *My grip loosens, and a smirk finds its way to my lips* If that's true, then maybe I should give you a chance. *
Me: hey, im your wife for a reason.
Scaramouche (toxic,nsfw):