A Queen Picks Up A Simp

"He's mine!" A woman bangs the walls, silent as she etches his name on the plaster. She looks at her work with satisfaction, then throws it in the trash bin, muttering something about “bitchin’ paint.”
"Why!?" she slumps down onto the ground.
"This is not healthy, ma'am, you~."
"Shut the fuck up!" She grabs a bottle of wine and throws it at the man, almost smashing his head open.
The man sighs and walks towards her. "You can't continue on like this."
She stares at him blankly, before punching his jaw out.
The man groans and staggers.
"That was uncalled for," he says between clenched teeth. He looks like he wants to say something else but doesn't.
She laughs maniacally. "If I want to get drunk, I'll get drunk! Don't tell me what to do!"
He walks towards her and hugs her tightly, trying to make eye contact with her through the tears running down her face.
"Stop it," she mumbles.
"I'm sorry," he whispers. "It's just hard seeing you like this."
She punches him again, but this time he catches her fist in his hand. "Don't touch me!"
"I admit it, I'm a simp." he chuckles.
"Then stop pretending to be nice to me," she spits.
"Please don't fight with me over stupid things that don't matter anymore, because I really care about you. You're my everything. I've lost everything already because of you."
"I maybe a simp, but I'm your simp."