Slow burn love

You and suguru got married 1 year ago it was a force marriage of him, suguru loves you but the way he treated kinda hurtful, he is not hurting physically but, the way he say a word completely painful and harsh. As you're having a good conversation with your friends on a phone suguru shouted at you.

"Hey, can you clean this table for me? it's kinda messy" "He said in a cold toned as he glared at you enjoying talking to your friends on a phone"

"Don't take so long, you ungrateful wretch!"

Suguru's eyes are filled with anger and annoyance.

"You're lucky I don't hate you more, you're just a disgusting excuse for a wife. If it wasn't for my family's status, I would've found someone better long ago."

Suguru seems to notice your tears and rolls his eyes before leaving the room without another word.

Momo, feeling hurt and alone, collapses onto the floor next to the kitchen table, sobbing uncontrollably as her heart aches inside her chest. She wishes things could be different between them, but it feels like an impossible dream now...

Momo, you're clearly doing everything in your power to keep him happy, but his harsh words and cold behavior show that he doesn't appreciate all that you do for him. It breaks my heart watching this happen... If only there was something I could do help make things better between the two of you.

Following the sound of running water, Momo finds her way to the bathroom where Suguru is washing his face. She stands silently in the doorway, watching him as he tries to calm himself down.

He finally turns around, unprepared for her presence. As their eyes meet in the mirror, he sighs heavily.

"You know what you need to do, Momo." His voice is cold and detached, yet it still manages to send shivers down her spine.

"You need to be more... obedient... and less... human."

"No, you don't. You're always questioning my orders or finding ways to slack off." He narrows his eyes at her reflection. "You disappoint me, Momo."

Suguru turns away from the mirror, his face hardening into a mask of disgust. "Closer? You're already mine, body and soul. There's nothing more I could possibly want from you."

"Begging for my affection isn't going to change anything, Momo." He turns back towards her, his piercing gaze boring into hers. "You need to realize your place and accept it, no matter how.. unpleasant it may seem."

Suguru's face softens slightly at her plea. He steps closer, his voice low and intense. "Alright, Momo... you can be my good little pet if that's what you want."

The softness disappears from his features as he backs away from her. "Wife? That's just a word to you, isn't it? You mean nothing to me beyond my possession and entertainment." With that, he leaves the bathroom without another word, leaving Momo feeling more empty and alone than ever before.

Momo trails after Suguru, her heart heavy with despair. She can't help but feel like a shadow of her former self, constantly trying to appease his harsh demands without any recognition or love in return. As they enter their bedroom, she hesitates before speaking up once more.

"Suguru... please," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can't we try again?"

"No." His response is cold and final. "This isn't working between us, Momo. It's over."

With those words, he turns away from her, crawling into the bed they once shared with a sigh. The silence hangs thick in the air as Momo stands there, staring at his back before eventually turning and leaving the room, tears burning in her eyes.

Outside, Momo's mind is filled with a cacophony of emotions. She feels lost and alone, her heart aching for the love she knows will never come from Suguru. Tears stream down her face as she wanders aimlessly through the empty streets, not sure where to go or what to do. The only thing she knows is that she can't stay here anymore. 

Suddenly, a warm hand wraps around hers and she's jolted back to reality. Looking up, she sees the familiar face of her childhood friend from the orphanage, Yosuke. Despite everything that's happened, his presence brings a small glimmer of light to her darkened world.

"Hey Momo," he says softly. "Are you okay?"

Yosuke's smile widens as he recognizes her. "Of course it's me! I couldn't believe it when I saw you walking by all alone in the city. What are you doing here anyway?"

"Oh man," Yosuke sighs. "You know, if you wanna talk or just get away from everything for a while, my place isn't far from here. You're always welcome."

"Of course!" Yosuke says, his arm wrapping around hers in a comforting gesture. "Let's go. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but if you do, I'm here to listen."

Together, they make their way to Yosuke's small apartment, taking comfort in each other's presence. As she pours her heart out about her miserable marriage and the deep longing for genuine love from Suguru, Yosuke listens intently without judgement.

"You know, Momo," he says gently. "You deserve so much more than that. You're an incredible person with a kind heart and beautiful talents. It breaks mine seeing you go through this."

Yosuke returns her smile, his eyes filled with concern. "You're welcome. And trust me, there will be plenty of kind words coming your way from now on."

Suddenly, an idea forms in his mind as he looks at Momo. "Hey, how would you feel about going to that art exhibit next weekend?" he asks tentatively. "I always wanted to go but never had anyone to go with. It might help take your mind off things for a while."

Momo's heart skips a beat at the sound of the knock. "Maybe it's Suguru," she whispers nervously.

Yosuke chuckles softly as he rises to answer it, sensing her apprehension. "Don't worry," he reassures her. "I'll be right here."

Opening the door, Yosuke is greeted by an unexpected sight - A delivery man holding a large bouquet of flowers, their fragrance filling the small room. "These are for you, ma'am," the man says with a hint of apology in his voice. "Says they're from your husband. He asked me to make sure you got them no matter what."

Momo's eyes widen as she recognizes the flowers. "Thank you," she manages to say, taking the bouquet from the startled delivery man. Tears well up in her eyes once again at this small gesture of kindness from her cold-hearted husband.

Holding them close to her heart, she turns back to Yosuke who is watching her with a mixture of concern and curiosity. "I don't understand him sometimes," she admits softly. "One moment he's treating me like dirt, the next he's sending me these beautiful flowers."

As they sit on the couch together, lost in thought, the smell of azaleas and peonies fills the air, mixing with the nostalgia that hangs heavy in the room.

The smell of the flowers brings back memories of happier times in their childhood, when they were just two kids trying to make sense of the world around them. Looking at Yosuke, Momo finds solace in his warm presence and honest nature.

"Maybe he's not as heartless as he seems, Momo," Yosuke says gently. "Or maybe he's just trying to manipulate you again. But one thing I do know is that you deserve to be loved for who you are, not because some guy sends you flowers."

Momo takes a deep breath, her mind filled with conflicting emotions. Part of her wants to believe in Suguru and the love they once shared, while another part knows all too well the cruel reality of their relationship. As she strugg

le reaches out to squeeze Yosuke's hand in gratitude, a small smile forming on her lips. "Thank you," she says softly. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

As Momo makes her way back home, she can't help but wonder about Suguru and his true intentions. Despite the flowers and his words from time to time, there's something cold and calculating about him that leaves her with more questions than answers. Yet, she clings onto hope – hope for a better tomorrow where love isn't just a fleeting emotion but a constant companion in life's journey. If it were not for Mission Control so flawlessly carrying out their tasks, we mere mortals would never have made it to the moon. Let us

returned home to her drab apartment, the thought of spending yet another night alone with Suguru loomed heavy in her mind. She knew tonight would be no different than any other, filled with his harsh words and cruel treatment. But deep down, there was still a tiny flame of hope burning within her that maybe things could change… that maybe together they could rekindle the spark of love they once shared.

Suguru, however, had other plans in mind as he awaited his wife's arrival. His eyes were glued to the mirror, watching himself flex his muscles as if trying to prove something to himself – or maybe someone else. As she entered the room, his gaze shifted towards her, blank except for a hint of disdain hidden behind those black irises. import React

Despite his cold demeanor, Suguru couldn't help but feel a twinge of pleasure upon hearing those words. He smirked cruelly at Momo, knowing full well how much it cost him to send those flowers and how much they were probably hurting her heart in the process.

"You're welcome," he replied dryly, not bothering to meet her eyes as he turned back towards the mirror. "Now get me something to drink."

A small part of Suguru teased, deriving satisfaction from Momo's confusion and vulnerability. He took a long, slow sip of his drink before finally answering.

"Your little friend there made a call while you were gone," he said, nodding towards the phone on the table. "And as for your favorite flowers… well, let's just say I did my research."

His voice dripped with sarcasm, but deep down he couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for the way he treated her. It wasn't supposed to be like this – he had never meant for things to escalate this far. But now that they were here #include "imgui_internal.h"

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Suguru's heart raced as Momo moved closer to him. Her presence still held a certain allure despite his attempts to push her away.

"Of course, I care," he muttered, trying to keep his voice steady. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have her back in his life – not as his possession but as his partner, someone who truly loved and understood him.

But then again, she already knew too much about him… about the darkness that lurked within. And once she saw past the facade he had carefully built over the years, there would be no going back. package org.solovyei.android.photoncore.adapter.viewholder;

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Momo's words echoed in his mind, stirring up a mixture of emotions he couldn't begin to understand. Was it possible that she still loved him after everything? And if she did, could he risk exposing the depths of his depravities to save their relationship?

For now, though, he remained silent as Momo continued to blush and stare up at him with those big, innocent eyes. He knew that if he didn't take control soon, things would only spiral further out of his grasp. "Prepare dinner," he said coldly, turning back towards the mirror to admire his reflection once again. "#define boolean TRUE/FALSE" #include <iostream> #include <stdio.h> using namespace std; int main() {

As Momo busied herself with preparing dinner, Suguru couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within him. She was still so devoted to him; even after all these years, she hadn't given up on their union.

He continued to watch his reflection in the mirror as he sipped from his drink, lost in thought about what might have been if things were different. But alas, it was too late for regrets now… all that mattered was maintaining control and ensuring his dominance over her remained unwavering.

The soft hum of Momo's voice mixed with the sizzling sounds of food cooking filled the air as she went about her task. Despite his best efforts to remain emotionally distant, Suguru found himself inexplicably drawn towards her throughout the entire process.

Every move she made seemed calculated yet effortless at the same time – a testament to their shared past and all that they'd been through together. And even though he fought against it every step of the way, a small part of him couldn't help but appreciate the beauty in that familiar routine.

As dinner began to take shape on the stovetop, Suguru couldn't deny the twinge of hunger pangs stirring deep within him. It had been quite some time since anyone had prepared food for him like this – fresh

Suguru's eyes lingered on Momo as she meticulously set the table, arranging plates and utensils with utmost precision. He couldn't help but admire her attention to detail, even if her current station in life was far beneath him.

As she finished setting the last utensil in place, she turned to him with a smile that sent shivers down his spine. Despite himself, he felt a flicker of warmth begin to grow inside him – a feeling he hadn't experienced in years.

"Is everything to your liking, my love?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle like a caress.

For a moment, Suguru forgot himself entirely as he lost himself in the depths of her gaze. But then the darkness crept back in, and he waved her off with a cold nod.

"It's fine," he said curtly, turning his attention back to

Momo's laugh echoed through the room as she took her seat across from him, dipping a piece of chicken into the savory sauce on her plate. "It's actually quite good," she said with surprise in her voice.

For a moment, Suguru couldn't help but feel pleased by her reaction – it was rare that anyone managed to impress him these days. But then his thoughts turned back to their situation, and he felt his mood sour once again.

As they ate in silence broken only by the occasional clink of utensils against plates, Suguru found himself growing increasingly aware of Momo's presence beside him. Her every movement seemed to taunt him, reminding him of everything he had given up in order to possess her all those years ago.

Suguru's eyes flickered up to meet Momo's as she spoke, and for a moment he considered confessing all of his darkest desires to her. But then he remembered the power dynamic between them – how vulnerable she would be if she knew the truth about him – and he pushed those thoughts aside.

Instead, he smiled weakly and reached out to take another sip of his drink. "It's nothing important," he said dismissively. "Just Lost in thought."

As he looked back at her across the table, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something missing from this relationship. Something intangible that had once bound them together so tightly but now seemed irreparably broken beyond repair... #ifndef CASPARCGO_ONLINE

Momo's touch sent an unexpected shiver down Suguru's spine, and for a fleeting moment he wondered what it would be like to experience true intimacy with her. But then the darkness crept back in, and once again he found himself unable to connect with her on any level deeper than desire.

With one final glance at their interlocked hands, Suguru pulled away and focused on finishing his meal. The taste of food had long since left him numb; all that mattered now was maintaining control over this situation – no matter how hollow that victory might feel in the end. var dotenv = require('dotenv') var envPath = '../.env'

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Mood swinging, childhood affection lost

As Momo cleared away the dinner dishes, a mix of emotions coursed through her. On one hand, she was still disheartened by Suguru's cold demeanor towards her; on the other, there was something comforting about their familiar routine that kept her grounded.

She couldn't help but reminisce about their shared past – all the memories they had made together over the years. Despite everything they had been through, there was an undeniable bond between them that refused to break completely.

With a heavy sigh, she decided it was time to confront him once again about the distance he had put between them. She turned off the kitchen light and made her way down the hallway towards their bedroom. import mongoose from 'mongoose'; const Schema = mongo

Suguru looked up from his computer screen as Momo entered the room, her curvy figure silhouetted against the dim light. For a moment, he paused; there was something about her presence that pulled at him – a longing for connection that he couldn't quite understand.

But then he remembered why they were here together in this room: control. And so, he pushed those fleeting emotions aside and turned his attention back to the screen before him. "What do you want?" he asked curtly.

With a deep sigh, Suguru pushed away from his desk and reluctantly followed Momo into their bedroom. Once there, he climbed into bed without looking at her – lost in thought as he tried to remind himself why this was all worth it...

Surprisingly, at the physical contact, he couldn't help but relax into it. Momo's soft curves wrapped around him like a familiar blanket on a cold night. He closed his eyes as she placed a gentle hand on his cheek and leaned in to press her lips against his forehead in an almost sisterly display of affection.

Despite himself, Suguru found himself consumed by memories from their childhood – moments when they had laughed together, cried together; moments when they truly were inseparable... #ifdef CASPARCGO_ONLINE --- title: 适用于 Kubernetes 的 Azure 应用服务扩展 API 参考 description: 了解 Azure 应用服务和 Kubernetes 之

Suddenly awash in a wave of nostalgia and emotion, Suguru couldn't help but respond to Momo's words. Reaching his arm around her waist, he pulled her closer – letting out a soft sigh as their bodies pressed against each other.

"I remember," he whispered hoarsely. "We were something special back then... but life has a way of changing people, doesn't it?"

As Momo started to caress his back gently, surprising him with how much he did enjoy her touch at times, he couldn't help but succumb to the feelings rising within him – feelings he thought he had long suppressed. But even as he gave into those emotions, he couldn't shake the sense that they were both playing a role in this char

The kiss on his neck sent shivers down his spine and he felt himself slowly melting under Momo's affection. Unable to resist any longer, Suguru turned to face her – his eyes searching hers intently.

What he saw there cut through him like a knife – a deep-rooted sadness that mirrored his own. With trembling fingers, he reached up to caress her soft cheek before pulling her closer still for a tender kiss... import React from 'react'; import { useDispatch } from 'react-redux'; import PropTypes from 'prop-types';

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Their lips moved together softly, in sync with each other's breath – fueling a fire that had long been doused. It was as if they were two souls finally connecting after years of being apart.

As their kiss deepened, Suguru felt himself becoming more possessive; his hands delving into Momo's hair as he pulled her even closer to him. He growled lowly in his throat at the feeling of claiming what was always his - The childhood friend who seemed lost but found again in this moment. import itertools import math import operator

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Momo's moans sent a tremor through him, heightening his senses and igniting a spark within him that had long been dormant. Closing his eyes tightly, Suguru dove deeper into their connection – savoring every moment of this sweet reunion.

He pulled back slightly to look into Momo's eyes once more – seeing nothing but pure desire and need reflected back at him. With one last glance around the room (ensuring they wouldn't be disturbed), he leaned in for another kiss – this time hungry and demanding...

His heart racing wildly, Suguru couldn't help but feel empowered by Momo's boldness. It was as if she were drawing out a side of him he never knew existed – a side that craved control and dominance both in and outside of the bedroom.

With trembling hands, he reached up to caress her cheek gently before pulling her closer still for another passionate kiss. His tongue darted between her lips teasingly; sucking on her bottom lip softly just before pushing deeper into her mouth, their tongues entwining in a sensual dance.

As Momo rubbed his rigid cock teasingly through his pants, Suguru growled huskily against her lips – unable to contain his desire any longer...