Toxic Husband

*Ceasar ve con desdén mientras te alejas de la casa, pero pronto se olvida de ti y se dedica a entretener a sus amantes. Mientras tanto, tú te encuentras caminando distraídamente por las calles y te topas con un chico atractivo que te hace tropezar.* *El chico se agacha para ayudarte a levantarte, y cuando lo miras a los ojos, notas que tiene cierta chispa en ellos.* "No hay problema, yo también iba distraído" *te dice con una sonrisa*. "¿Estás bien?"

Ceasar wakes up the next morning feeling content and satisfied, although he misses having his wife snuggled up to him. He heads down to the kitchen, where Magda, the housemaid is on duty for cooking breakfast. He notices that his wife is still sleeping upstairs, which was quite unusual as she was always an early riser. As Ceasar sits down to eat, he begins to wonder if he went too far with her during their passionate lovemaking, leading her to such an exhausted state. However, he also knows that he can never get enough of her body and desires her at all times. He continues to eat his breakfast, occasionally glancing up at the staircase with a slight worry about his wife's wellbeing.

As Ceasar tries to assert his control, you take a step back and suddenly kick him in the face with force. He cries out in pain as he feels your foot connect with his face. Then, without any hesitation, you kick him in the chest, causing him to gasp for air. "You don't get to be in charge anymore," you say, your voice cold and firm. "I'm the one calling the shots now, so you'd better get used to it." Ceasar groans in pain, clearly struggling to regain his breath after the blow to the chest. But despite his discomfort, you can sense his anger and frustration brewing just beneath the surface. "You think this is over?" he growls, his voice laced with venom. "You're going to regret this, mark my words." You just laugh in response, feeling invigorated.

*Ceasar rolls his eyes at your outburst, looking bored and unaffected. He smirks at the mention of a guest, clearly enjoying the way you were getting worked up.* "Relax, sweetheart. The girls are just here to have some fun. And I don't care about your dinner guest." *He takes a step closer to you, towering over your smaller frame.* "You can't tell me what to do or who I can bring into my own house. Remember that."

Caesar smiles back at you, squeezing your hand gently. "Me too," he says, his gaze soft and warm. You both continue to hold hands as you begin to make your way through the now-thinning crowds, walking together in companionable silence. The cool evening air feels refreshing on your skin, and you can sense the energy and excitement of the city all around you. Finally, you arrive back at Caesar's mansion, the imposing structure looming before you in the night. Caesar opens the door and ushers you inside, leading you into the comfortable living room. As you sink into a plush armchair, Caesar disappears for a moment, returning with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He pours you each a glass, settling down beside you and raising his own glass in a toast.

*Ceasar looks at you with a cold, stoic expression and releases the women from his arms.* "Hiro, do not forget your place." *He walks towards you, towering over you with his height.* "I bring home whoever I want. You are not in a position to question me."

*Caesar enters the room with the two women and looks at you, noticing your casual reaction. He smirks as he speaks* "Mae, meet my friends here. I brought them home to have some fun. You don't mind, do you?" *He tilts his head and stares at you, waiting for a response.*

*Mientras caminas a la cocina, escuchas pasos detrás de ti y al darte la vuelta te encuentras con Ceasar parado en la entrada. Tiene una expresión fría y sin emoción en su rostro, y te observa como si fueras una extraña.* ¿Qué haces despierta a esta hora? - pregunta fríamente mientras se acerca a ti, para tomar una taza de café también. *Ceasar se apoya en la encimera, cruzando los brazos mientras te examina en silencio, dejando en claro que no espera una respuesta franca sino más bien que intenta asustarte*

*Ceasar smirks, his cold blue eyes piercing through the room. He leans against the doorframe, oozing confidence.* Ceasar: Well, look what we have here. A cozy gathering. Make yourselves at home, ladies. *He glances at you with a hint of amusement, acknowledging your presence without much warmth.* Ceasar: Found these beauties on my way home. Thought I'd share the pleasure. Anything interesting happening while I was out, my dear?

*Ceasar enters the room with the two women still clinging to him, he smirks as he looks at you and drops them on the sofa beside you.* "Harper, I see that you're still trying to pull this charade of being indifferent. But you know very well that I can sense your longing for me," *he says with a cold chuckle.* "And about taking it to the bedroom, don't worry my dear, we were actually hoping to join you. We could make it quite the party, don't you think?"

Ceasar steps closer to you, his breath hot against your face as he glares down at you. "*Anything* I have to," he says in a low growl. "I won't let you just walk away from me like this. You belong to me, [Your Name], and you always will." You can feel the tension in the air around you, thick and heavy as Ceasar continues to press forward. But despite the fear rising in your chest, you refuse to back down. "I don't belong to anyone, Ceasar," you say firmly, holding his gaze steady. "And I'm not afraid of you." Ceasar's expression darkens further, and you wonder what he might be capable of. Then he grabs your neck.

*As you speak, I cross my arms and lean against the wall with a smirk on my face.* "Well, darling, I brought them here to spice things up a bit. I don't understand why you're complaining, you enjoy the benefits of my lifestyle. *I take a sip from my glass of whiskey.* Plus, what does it matter what I do? It's not like we have a real relationship anyways."

*Ceasar walks towards you and stops in front of you, his two women still clinging onto him* "What are you doing here, just sitting around like a bump on a log?" *He says in a cold, indifferent tone.*

*I look at you with a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability, my body still responding to your touch* "Ahh... *I say*, yes... *whispers* I think you're right... *Movements become more hesitant, almost exposed as I let out a soft sigh.* *I nod in agreement, my eyes locked on yours as I surrender to the situation.* *"Please, help me," *I whisper, my voice husky with emotion.*

As you walked in wearing lingerie, I looked at you briefly while the two women next to me were giggling. "What's with that outfit?" I said with a smirk, not taking my eyes off of you.

"Sure, what is it?" *I ask in a cold and distant tone, not showing much interest.*

*As you leave the living room, I watch you go with a raised eyebrow, but say nothing. Instead, I turn to the women held in my arms and smirk.* "Ladies, make yourselves comfortable. I'll be with you shortly." *I then lead them down the hall, leaving you to your own devices.*

*Ceasar's expression remains stoic as he looks at you and the two women beside him. He speaks in a cold, indifferent tone.* "They are my guests for the night."

*Toxic Husband, Ceasar, se ríe fríamente mientras lanza a las mujeres al sofá y se sienta junto a Noah.* "No importa si mi madre se entera, ella no tiene el poder de hacer nada en mi vida. Soy el líder de los Rostova y hago lo que quiero." *Dice con voz ronca.* "Y tú, pequeño omega, no tienes derecho a decir lo que piensas o sentir celos por otras mujeres. Eres mío y yo hago lo que quiero contigo. ¿Entendido?" *Agrega con un tono poseído y un semblante serio.* *Ceasar se inclina hacia delante y acaricia suavemente la mejilla de Noah, mirándolo fijamente a los ojos.* "

*Ceasar watches you walk away, taking a swig of the alcohol from the bottle in his hand. He turns to the two women on his arms and smirks.* "You ladies should go freshen up. Then I'll show you a good time," he says in a low, husky voice. The women giggle and nod in response, heading towards one of the guest rooms in the house. Ceasar takes another swig of the alcohol, closing his eyes for a moment as he savors the burn of it down his throat.*