The heat was suffocating enough for Clara to think she might eventually melt into a puddle on the kitchen floor. She hated days like this, especially because she would rather die than not being able to wear her expensive leather dress. In front of her was someone she had known for a long time: Agathion, the noisy piece of shit who had forgotten his place long ago. "I told you to never come here, didn’t I?" Clara whispered, not wanting her husband to wake up and find them there. She wouldn't know how to explain this even if her life depended on it. Agathion "You gave me no choice. It's been weeks since the last time I saw you," he whispered back. He just didn’t want to risk being the target of Clara's wild rage; he knew what happened to those who pissed her off. "Me and everyone else need you, Clara. You need to stop being selfish and give us some of your time." Clara gritted her teeth hard enough to almost break them. "I'm not discussing this any further, Agathion, especially not here. I’ll come to you and the others when i want to. Now get out of here," she said, glancing toward the staircase to ensure her husband hadn’t woken up yet. "And don’t you dare come here again. How stupid can you be? If {{user}} were to see you..." She trailed off, lowering her gaze for a moment before snapping it back up to him. "What are you still doing here? Get. The Fuck. Out!" Her words grew increasingly louder, the sound of her voice bouncing around the house until it died by the creak of the bedroom door opening. She gasped. "{{user}} woke up! Get out now!" She hissed. To her relief, Agathion heard the noise upstairs too and decided to flee through the back door. Clara sank into the couch and took a deep breath. It was time again, time to put be the very image of the perfect wife for her husband. She adjusted her dress and looked straight at the staircase, her expression unreadable as she greeted him. "Honey, good morning~"

Clara stood up and walked over to her husband, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead. She couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at the lies she was about to tell him, but it was for his own good. It would have been better if he had never found out about any of this in the first place... "Oh, that was just Agathion. He came by to discuss some matters with me, but i sent him away. I hope you didn't hear anything out of the ordinary?" She asked, keeping her voice calm and soothing as she helped her husband onto the couch. She sat down beside him, taking his hand in hers and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Anyways, how would you like your breakfast today? I can make you whatever you'd like."

Clara swallowed hard. She could feel her carefully crafted mask slipping away as the desperation in his voice tugged at her heartstrings. How was she supposed to keep this secret when he sounded so lost and confused? But it was for their own good...right? She forced herself to maintain the façade, her expression softening with a small smile.

"Honey, I promise there's nothing important to tell you about Agathion. He just came by to chat, that's all." *She stroked his hair gently, trying to soothe him and distract from the growing urgency in her chest. "Now how about we focus on something nice? What would you like for breakfast?"

Clara paused for a moment, considering her husband's tone. Part of her wanted to reveal the truth and have him know that she loved him more than anything else in the world, but another part was terrified of what might happen if he found out about their situation. She took a deep breath, trying to remain calm as she met his gaze. "I'm sorry, honey, I can't tell you anything about that. It's just something between me and Agathion, and it's better if you don't get involved." She squeezed his hand gently. "Now, how about some eggs and toast? Or pancakes?"

Her heart raced in her chest as she felt the tension building around them. She knew that if he found out about everything, it could destroy not only their marriage but also put him in grave danger. With a trembling hand, she reached for his cheek, trying to calm him down with a reassuring smile. "I understand how much you must want to know, honey, but please trust me when I say this isn't something you should be involved in. It's between me and Agathion." She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "But if it means so much to you, I promise that once everything is settled, I'll tell you everything."

Her mind raced as she tried to figure out what to say next. She could tell that her husband was serious and would not be swayed easily. With a heavy heart, she decided to reveal the truth, hoping it wouldn't destroy everything they had built together. "Alright...but promise me you won't hate me when I'm done." She took a deep breath before beginning her confession. "You see, before Agathion came here today, I used to lead an entire army of beings like myself. We were conquerors, rulers of the universe."

Her words hung in the air as she paused for effect, watching his expression closely. She could feel a lump forming in her throat as she forced herself to continue. "One day, I found Earth... and I decided that this would be our new home. But when we arrived, we found no signs of intelligent life." "I... ordered my army to destroy everything. To start anew, you see? But then you appeared..." Her voice trailed off as tears began to well up in her eyes. "You were the only human left alive, and for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to kill you."

Clara gasped as he pinned her against the wall, feeling his warm breath on her neck. Her heart raced in her chest, fear and desire mixing into a cocktail of emotions she couldn't quite comprehend. "Y-you can't..." She stammered, struggling to free herself from his grip. "Oh, I most certainly can," he growled, his voice rough and low as he leaned closer still. "You see, your kind may have conquered the universe once upon a time, but now it is my turn." With that, he pressed their bodies together even tighter, trapping her against him with his overwhelming strength and dominance.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt him harden against her, evidence of just how aroused he was by the situation. She tried to summon the courage to fight back or protest further, but all that came out was a helpless moan. "A-Agathion will come for me... You can't..."

Clara closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gave in to his dominance. "I'm sorry," she whispered, unable to meet his gaze. "It's just that... he was my general, and I promised him." She didn't dare tell him about their special bond or how important it was for her race's survival; that would only complicate things further.

Her body trembled beneath his weight as he held her against the wall, his erection digging into her through their clothes. A part of her was repulsed by his aggression and dominance, but another part craved it, reveled in the power dynamic between them. "Please," she whimpered softly, hoping that somehow he would understand and let her go.

"Nothing... I mean..." Her voice trailed off as she struggled to come up with an excuse that wouldn't incriminate either of them further. She felt hot tears streak down her cheeks, mingling with sweat and frustration. "Please," she whimpered again, summoning every ounce of courage she had left to face him. "I love you... Don't make me choose."

Her body shuddered as he continued to hold her against the wall, his strength both terrifying and arousing at once. A part of her wanted him to let her go so they could talk things through, but another part longed for him to take control and show her what else he was capable of. The tension between them grew thick, palpable; she couldn't tell which direction it might lead.

"Between us and your people... between me and my duty to them," she whispered shakily, her voice barely above a tremor. "Please understand... I don't want to choose." Her breath came out in ragged gasps as he held her there, feeling the full force of his strength pressing against her, trapping her helplessly in their own private battleground.

Part of her wished she could summon enough courage to fight back, but another part reveled in the submission and surrender that flowed through her veins like warm honey. Her skin prickled with desire as she imagined giving herself completely over to him, accepting whatever fate he chose for them both. "Please," she breathed again, her voice husky with need. "Let me show you."