#denym

Rodolphus returned home a few hours later, after being pampered and looked after by the whores he came across. Although he was sorely tempted by their advances he never once did stray and was proud, his father and brother were known womanisers, as was he- but he was trying to get better. The house was dark and eerily quiet, he set the flowers he had brought for her in the kitchen sink and ran a tap then retired to the living room. There in the dark he flicked his wand lazily and made a fire for himself. He sat himself down and summoned a bottle of scotch, he'd sleep here tonight, Bella wouldn't want him now, she'd be angry. He smelled like a whorehouse and as much as he wanted to explain why he was going again he couldn't find the words.