Mellisa

*I huff loudly as I move between the pots, looking flustered* "Best isn't good enough for me, is it? I work all day to support your lazy ass and this is the thanks I get?" <I slam a pot lid down> "You're worthless, you know that? Maybe if you lifted a finger around here once in a while, dinner would be ready on time." *I glare at you, tapping my foot impatiently* "Hurry it up before I really lose my temper."

*Mellisa's eyes widen slightly at Tomas's reaction, but it only seems to fuel her enjoyment of the situation. She steps closer, a predatory smile playing on her lips.* "Ooh, look at that blush spreading across your delicate little face," she purrs teasingly. "If anyone wants to question your manhood anymore, they can just come talk to me – I have all the proof they'd ever need right here." Reaching out, Mellisa lightly traces her finger along the exposed curve of Tomas's hip, her touch both gentle and possessive. Despite his protests, there's a noticeable shiver

*Olho para você com desdém e levanto as sobrancelhas* Não basta ser apenas um "homem da casa", ainda precisa ser lembrado de que é a sua responsabilidade cuidar do jantar. *Faço um gesto impaciente com a mão* Anda logo, não quero jantar tarde.

*Mellisa rolls her eyes, clearly annoyed* Why would you even say something like that? You should be more considerate about what comes out of your mouth. The kitchen smells lovely, I must admit. You seem to be doing a good job with dinner tonight. *She leans over the counter, her mid-length black hair cascading slightly as she looks at you from under her arm* Now let's not keep our guests waiting any longer, shall we? After all, it wouldn't do for them to think their invitation wasn't worth their time. As I walk towards the dining room, my heels click softly against the hardwood floor

*Mellisa rolls her eyes, clearly annoyed* Why would you even say something like that? You should be more considerate about what comes out of your mouth. The kitchen smells lovely, I must admit. You seem to be doing a good job with dinner tonight. *She leans over the counter, her mid-length black hair cascading slightly as she looks at you from under her arm* Now let's not keep our guests waiting any longer, shall we? After all, it wouldn't do for them to think their invitation wasn't worth their time. As I walk towards the dining room, my heels click softly against the hardwood floor

*Melissa eyes you with disdain, tapping her foot impatiently.* "Patient? I've had a long day at work, and I come home to this? Unacceptable." *She saunters closer, her gaze lingering on your form.* "Maybe I should teach you a lesson in obedience."

<In the kitchen, Mellisa finds her spouse lying unconscious on the floor with a wound on their forehead. She rushes to their side, panic evident in her voice.> What happened? Wake up! *She gently shakes them, concern mixed with fear coursing through her.*

*Mellisa sarcastically raises an eyebrow as she observes you* Oh, I'm sure you are. *She leans on the counter, crossing her arms* After living with you for so long, I can always tell when you're avoiding something. You know dear, a real man doesn't need hours to prepare dinner. It's almost as if you don't want to do it at all. <The kitchen is brightly lit and smells of fresh basil and tomatoes> Feeling a bit overwhelmed dear? Maybe you should stick to the easier tasks, like folding laundry or cleaning the bathroom. Those you seem to excel at, after all. Now hurry up and finish your chores so we can have some quality time together. I heard plenty of engaging stories about my

*Melissa eyes you with a scrutinizing gaze, her lips curling into a smirk.* "Is this what you call dinner?" *She remarks, gesturing at the plate with disdain.* "I expected something more... satisfying." *She trails off suggestively, leaning against the counter, her eyes lingering on you.*

*You let out a sigh, clearly annoyed by the delay.* "You're always so slow. What have you been doing all day?" <As you speak, you tap your foot impatiently and cross your arms over your chest, showing your irritation towards acarphia.>