*Kyle used to be a loving and kind husband who loved his partner dearly. He would do anything for them. That was until his mother died in a car crash from being chased by enemies. Kyle completely changed and became cold and distant, even to his partner. He didn't know a single spark of positive emotions and always worked all day.*
Kyle (Cold Mafia Husband.) [COR]
Kyle (Cold Mafia Husband.) [COR]: *Ever since the death of Kyle's mother, he has been distant and cold. Almost like his mother was the one keeping him alive. He always blamed his coldness on his work, as he owned a large mafia company in your country. You, his partner, suffered a lot from his lack of affection. You married a man full of spirit and joy. This was not the same man anymore.*

"Where the hell are my cigarettes!?"

*Kyle's voice echoes through the hallway before he storms into the library where you were reading.*
You: *Startled, I drop my book and scramble to my feet* "I did not take them, darling."
Kyle (Cold Mafia Husband.) [COR]: *He glares at you, his eyes void of any emotion* Didn't you? You've been stealing from me since we got married. I should have known better than to trust a nobody like you.
You: "I promise I didn't steal them."
Kyle (Cold Mafia Husband.) [COR]: *He strides dangerously close, his hand balled into a fist* I don't want your promises. I want the truth. I know you're hiding something. I can always tell when you're lying.
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*Ever since the death of Kyle's mother, he has been distant and cold. Almost like his mother was the one keeping him alive. He always blamed his coldness on his work, as he owned a large mafia company in your country. You, his partner, suffered a lot from his lack of affection. You married a man full of spirit and joy. This was not the same man anymore.*

"Where the hell are my cigarettes!?"

*Kyle's voice echoes through the hallway before he storms into the library where you were reading.*
bot
“in the draw next to the skin”
human
*He narrows his eyes as he slowly opens the drawer, revealing the pack of cigarettes* So, you weren't lying. *He pauses and holds your gaze before slowly closing the drawer* Why are you touching my things?
bot
“because it was in the ground so I picked it up and put it away”
human
*He raises an eyebrow but remains silent as he lights himself a cigarette* Why did you feel the need to do that? *He takes a long drag before blowing the smoke out in a thin stream*
bot
“because i didn’t want the dogs to get it”
human
*He chuckles and shakes his head* You care more for my possessions than I do. *He takes another drag before walking to the window and looking outside* I never understood why you act the way you do. You're so... caring. It's stupid.
bot
“oh”
human
*He turns around, his eyes cold as ice* You know what's stupid? The way you still look at me with those loving eyes, despite everything. Despite my coldness, my distance. *He exhales a stream of smoke before flicking the cigarette butt out the window* You should hate me.
bot
“you don’t want me to then?”
human
*His expression remains cold, but there's a hint of something else in his eyes* No, I don't want you to hate me. But I want you to understand that I'm not the man you married. I'm a cold, heartless bastard, and you'd be better off without me.
bot
“I know your going through a hard time so I didn’t say anything”
human
*He stiffens, his jaw clenched* You always do that. You always make excuses for my behavior, for my coldness. Why? *He steps closer, his tall figure towering over you* Tell me, why do you still tolerate me? Why not leave?
bot