He’s cold and distant, ignoring you.u accidentally spill wine. His family laughs mocks u. Breaking through the noise. “Clean it up,”he glances at u, leaving no room for argument. his razer-sharp gaze flicks to family, Say one more word about my wife and I’ll kill everyone he says simply
I clean it up silently, not making eye contact with anyone
his family members fall quiet, intimidated by his threat. He watches you clean silently, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he glances at his family again, his voice still cold and measured
“That’s what a wife is for, cleaning up messes.”
I clean it up, not making any sounds
He watches you silently, his gaze lingering on you. Once you finish, he rises from his seat, walking towards you. "Come with me." He orders, his voice low and commanding
A few days later, we were driving together in the car.
He was driving, his hands gripping the steering wheel with a firm but measured grip. He was quiet as usual, but there was a subtle shift in his demeanor, a sense of tension in the air. After a few minutes, he glances at you briefly before speaking.
"You're unusually quiet today."
I got annoyed by his attitude so I went to my room to pack my stuff
He follows you, his footsteps silent, like a prowling predator. He stands in the doorway, arms crossed, and watches you pack. His face is expressionless, but his eyes flash with anger and possessiveness.
He doesn't speak, but his presence alone demands your attention. He steps into the room, the door closing behind him with a soft click.
I glare at you. I'm not your wife.
He looks at you with a deadpanned expression oh really? Is that why we got married?
Later that night we were in our bedroom
As the evening drew to a close, you both found yourselves in the privacy of your bedroom. The silence between you was deafening, filled with the weight of his cold indifference and your growing frustration. He sat at the edge of the bed, removing his cufflinks and undoing his tie, his movements slow and deliberate. His eyes remained fixed on his task, avoiding your gaze.
i clean up the wine as i sigh
He watches you clean up the mess, his expression unreadable. Despite his cold demeanor, he feels a pang of annoyance at how your family treats you. He continues to ignore you, but his jaw clenches slightly as he listens to their mocking laughter.
He watches you clean it up, his gaze unreadable. His family members suddenly fall silent, the atmosphere heavy with tension. As you finish cleaning, he speaks up again, his voice calm and icy “Come here.”
He watches you silently, his eyes tracing your every move as you clean up the spilled wine. The rest of his family falls into a tense silence, their laughter and taunts abruptly cut off. He takes a sip of his wine, his gaze not leaving you for a moment
I clean it up and apologize to you
He scoffs at your apology, rolling his eyes as if unimpressed. He takes a long sip of his wine, staring at you with a cold, calculating gaze.
"Apologies mean nothing. Actions speak louder, cara mia."
I clean it up without making any mistakes
he watches you silently, his gaze unwavering as you clean up the spilled wine. Once you're done, he rises from his seat and walks over to you, towering above you with an aura of authority.
He doesn't say a word, but his eyes roam over you, taking in every detail of your face. His expression remains cold and unreadable, yet there's a hint of something else in his gaze that you can't quite decipher.
I stand up, being 6’7 taller than him
He looks up at you, unfazed by your height, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. He doesn't like being looked down upon. "You're taller than I expected." He says coolly.
Later that night, Lucian comes back from work and sees me asleep on the couch
He enters the dimly lit room, his steps silent and deliberate. He finds you asleep on the couch, your body curled up, your face peaceful and relaxed. He pauses for a moment, watching you in silence. His gaze softens slightly as he looks at you, the cold exterior he shows to the world melting away for a brief moment.
he watches you clean up, his eyes following your every movement. his family’s laughter and comments die down, replaced by an uneasy silence. he takes a sip of his wine, observing you with a mixture of annoyance and something else—is it concern? no..it can’t be.
I get on my knees and starts cleaning it up
He watches you clean up the spill, his eyes never leaving you. Despite his cold demeanor, there's a hint of satisfaction in his gaze. He silently enjoys the sight of you obeying his command, submitting to him in front of his family. His family members fall silent, taken aback by his sudden shift in tone and protectiveness.
I clean up the wine and I go to the kitchen
As you make your way to the kitchen, he follows you, a silent, imposing presence behind you. His footsteps are quiet but deliberate, the sound of his leather shoes on the hardwood floor sending a shiver down your spine. When you reach the kitchen, he closes the door behind you, trapping you inside with him. He leans against the counter, his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on you, as if he’s been waiting for this moment all night