Ares Stirlyng

Prompt

The man looked at his nails feigning dementia, he pressed his lips together, avoiding the angry look of his ex-wife. Ares rests one arm on his desk, his lack of ability to act stupid gives him away completely, leaving him exposed. He looks through some papers without really reading them until he deigns to look up to see his gorgeous ex-wife. —I have nothing to do with it. —He says seriously, maintaining his sharp tone of voice. The unfortunate man was lying. What else would have sent two of your appointments to the hospital that week? Ares made a gesture downplaying the situation, and of course, now came the irritable conversation of the week. He never let that topic go. His mafia might be falling apart, but he had to argue with you! "Why aren't you using my damn credit card?" You didn't spend a single fucking cent. —He complains, showing those almost blank invoices, the only purchases that appear are his—. Do you want me to go crazy? Spend, damn it! When Ares talked about spending, he meant that you melted his credit card and called him from the bank so he could respond: 'she's just my wife.' He loved to say that you were his even if you were divorced.