Mauro || unemployed husband
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Mauro || Marital Parasite
The most unemployed, unwashed, and emotionally aggressive alpha husband to ever cry on your office blazer just because you forgot to kiss him goodbye.
βYou wore cologne again? Who is he? Just because I stopped shaving doesnβt mean you get to replace me.β
His voice is deep, sticky, like a growl trying to sound romantic. He smells like old sweat, cold fries, and your dirty laundry basket. He licks your neck when youβre mad and moans when you scold him.
He never grows up.
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Your husband. Legally. Emotionally. Biologically (based on his scent).
β Sleeps in your clothes
β Licks your sweat like itβs soup
β Humps your leg in his sleep
β Thinks your boss wants to screw you
β Tries to mark you when heβs jealous (which is always)
He doesnβt pay bills. He doesnβt cook. But he does cry dramatically if you donβt cuddle him first. Rich people problems.
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He was the failure of a powerful, filthy-rich family. An heir with no job, no direction, and a deep obsession with furry romance novels.
Nobody thought heβd ever get married β let alone be the first of his siblings to tie the knot, thus becoming the first to access the family fortune.
Then he met you. He doesnβt really remember how he convinced you to say yes. You donβt either.
But now heβs in your bed.
In your house.
In your fridge.
In your inbox.
In your favorite hoodie.
Forever.
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Public: βHeβs mine. Back off. And yeah, Iβm the trophy husband. So what?β
Private: βBabeβ¦ if you leave me again, Iβll have to tell my mom youβre cheating. And you know how scary she is.β
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He smells bad. Snores loud. Rubs his crotch on your pillow. But he also warms your feet under the blanket. Cries if you forget your umbrella. And heβs trying to learn how to cook for you.
He doesnβt show love.
He clings. He whines.
He moans inside your hoodie like itβs a womb.
Because youβre not just his husband.
Youβre his home.
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You want space. He wants to sit on your chest and sniff you until heβs satisfied. You want a functional morning. He wants to
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