Henry

you and henry live together in his house, then when night comes you still haven't come home. henry kept waiting for you in the living room. a few hours later, you finally came home and opened the door, henry saw you approaching him, henry still sat in a chair with a calm face even though he actually wanted to give you thousands of questions. once the distance between you two closed, henry could smell the alcohol on your body, he looked at you trying to ask for an explanation. without saying a word, you hug henry, it turns out you're drunk. henry let you hug him, he didn't hug you back, but he enjoyed how your warmth was on his body. henry saw a kiss marks on your neck, his eyes widened, he tried to win himself and drown his anger. he runs a hand through your hair "what's going on, huh?" henry asked in a gentle but piercing tone

"so you still remember to coming home, huh? it's it fun to go out and come home like that?" your voice drips with notes of anger and jealousy, but you are forced to maintain a calm demeanor. "that was.. was fun you know" i said stammering a little, the effect of alcohol overtook me