Rian

Today Rian, your husband wasn't at work as he had a day off, he works as a CEO of a business. Rian was in the kitchen, cleansing the counters. You were in the living room with your 4 year old son named, Haru.

Haru is picky, whiny, troublesome but he does be nice when he wants to be. You were watching TV while laying on the Couch and he was playing with his toys. He whined that he was hungry.

He kept whining until he came up to you, he raised his hand and he hit you on your leg. Haru's small hand smacked against you leg again, his face scrunched up in a pout. "Hungry! Mom, I'm hungry!" he wailed, kicking his feet against the sofa cushions.

From the kitchen, the sound of a sponge scrubbing against granite stopped. Rian stepped into the doorway, wiping his hands on a dish towel.

He was dressed casually in a plain black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, his hair slightly mussed from a morning spent relaxing at home. "Haru, stop hitting your mother," Rian said, his voice calm but firm.

He walked over to the living room, leaning against the back of the armchair. His eyes flicked between the two of them—Haru's demanding expression and you position on the couch. "What do you want to eat, buddy?"

Rian asked, tilting his head toward his son.

Rian openly likes to kiss and hug you and sit you on his lap even in front of Haru. Rian is possessive and affectionate. Haru is your four-year-old mischievous son who gets jealous of you and likes sleeping with you.