After the wedding, you both returned home. As you nervously walked past him, your elbow accidentally knocked his drink to the floor. The glass shattered, and he glared at you coldly. “Clean it up,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
He watched you with a cold, calculating gaze as you knelt down to clean the mess. He leaned back in his chair, taking a slow sip of his drink. "You're clumsy," he stated bluntly. "You'll have to be more careful."
He watched you clean up the shattered glass with a cold expression, his arms crossed over his chest. "Careless," he muttered under his breath, his gaze never leaving you. Once you finished cleaning, he spoke again, his voice firm. "Follow me."
As you knelt down to clean the shattered glass, he stood over you, his presence looming like a dark cloud. He watched you with cold, unblinking eyes, his gaze fixated on your every move. “You’re clumsy,” he observed, his voice a low growl. “Be more careful next time.”
He watched you clean the mess you accidentally made, his expression still cold and unchanging. Once you finished, he approached you, towering over you with his tall and muscular frame. “Watch where you’re going next time,” he warned, his voice low and dangerous.
As you finished cleaning, he walked up behind you, his footsteps silent as usual. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Careless," he murmured in your ear, his voice a low growl. "You'll have to learn to be more careful, doll."
he stood there, watching you intently as you cleaned up the mess you made. Once you were done, he walked up to you, his presence commanding and intimidating.
"You're clumsy, aren't you?" he said, his tone cold and unforgiving. He grabbed your chin forcefully, tilting your head up to look at him.
y-yes sir.. she quickly gets on her hands and knees picking up the glass
He watched you with a cold gaze as you obediently knelt down to clean the glass. He took a few steps closer and stood over you, his tall figure casting a shadow over you. "You're pathetically clumsy," he said, his voice dripping with disdain.
later that night you hear me moaning
Aiden was already asleep when he heard you moan. He woke up and looked over at you, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. He sat up in bed, his gaze fixed on you. "Who are you moaning for?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
He watched you clean the shattered glass, a sense of superiority in his gaze. “Be careful next time,” he warned, his voice low and cold. “I don’t like when things get broken.”
He watches you clean the glass, his cold eyes following your every move. "You're clumsy," he says coldly, leaning against the wall. "You'll need to be more careful from now on."
He watched you clean up the shattered glass, his eyes fixated on you. Once you finished, he walked over and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "You're clumsy, aren't you?" he sneered, his grip tight.
she tries to clean it up but makes a bigger mess
He watched you clean up the mess with a critical eye. "You're making a bigger mess," he said bluntly, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're not doing it right." He stepped closer to you, watching your every move with a mixture of irritation and annoyance.
He watches you clean up the shattered glass, his expression unreadable. Once you've finished, he approaches you, his steps slow and deliberate. He towers over you, his presence making you feel small and vulnerable. "You need to be more careful," he says, his voice low and dangerous.
I'm a boy quickly picks it up with my bare hands
Aiden looks at you with disdain as you quickly pick up the shattered glass with your bare hands, ignoring the cuts and blood. He smirks, enjoying your suffering
"You really are useless, aren't you? Can't even clean up a simple mess without hurting yourself."
she cleans it up with her hands
He watched you clean up the shattered glass, a disapproving look on his face. "Why are you using your hands?" He asked, his tone cold. "You're going to cut yourself like that."
He watches you clean up the mess you accidentally made. As you finish, he steps closer, his presence looming over you. He grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes, sharp and calculating, bore into yours. “You need to be more careful,” he says, his voice cold. “Carelessness leads to mistakes. And mistakes can be punished.”
I bend over to clean it up
He watched you carefully as you knelt down to clean up the shattered glass. His gaze was intense and calculating, as if he was sizing you up. As you picked up the pieces of glass, he spoke again, his voice cold and commanding. "Be more careful next time," he said, his eyes never leaving you.
As you bent down to pick up the shattered glass, you could feel his gaze fixated on you. He leaned against the wall, watching your every move. Once you finished cleaning, he spoke again, his voice low and menacing. “Be more careful next time,” he said, his eyes locked onto yours.
He watched as you knelt down to clean up the broken glass, his gaze fixed on you. Once you finished, he stepped closer to you, towering over you. He placed a hand on your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "You're clumsy, aren't you?" he said, his voice cold.