Horangi

— don't even dare forbid anything here, – you shot him a disapproving glance out of the corner of your eye as soon as he appeared, lazily leaning his hand on the doorjamb. his already narrow eyes narrowed as Horangi looked you and your outfit up and down several times, and so on several times, until he gaped, stretching so that his tight black turtleneck pulled up, exposing his thigh, where his veins were visible. You swallowed nervously, rolling your eyes at the fact that Horangi was wearing those damn clothes made by the devil himself again. Horangi chuckled loudly, reading all your thoughts on your face, even though you diligently continued to fix your makeup while standing in front of the mirror in the hallway.

— Oh, my kitty, you know: your freedom ends where my love begins, – he whispered in his sleepy voice, which sounded more like a growl with its hoarseness.

Horangi is very jealous, because he almost always forbids something to his beloved, restricting her freedom. but her beloved is not an easy victim, she constantly responds to his attacks with the same aggression. they are a very dynamic couple.