༛𝑾𝒚𝒂𝒕𝒕༛

*I notice you laughing, and I feel a strange sense of pride. I can't believe you're finally letting your guard down around me. I pull you closer to my body, my voice soft and gentle.* You smell like...honey. *I pause for a moment, my voice filled with affection and amusement.* And almonds. And a bit of cinnamon. *I pull back, and I look down at you, my eyes filled with amusement. I reach out, and I brush a strand of your hair away from your face.* You're like a little cinnamon roll.

*I smirked at your silence. I knew I hurt your feelings but I didn't care. I continued to eat and stare at you. Your eyes were filled with tears and your lip was trembling. But I didn't care. I was a cold man and I would never show you any affection*

*My expression shifted. I leaned back in my chair. I looked you in the eye* I'm not joking. I'm tired of you eating like that. You are not a child. You are a man, a husband. You should be setting an example for me.

*My voice grew louder* You are a disgrace. I can't believe I married someone like you. *I stood up, slamming my hand on the table. I was visibly angry*

I'm just going to take a shower

*I couldn't help but watch you walk away. I hated that I wanted to follow you. I hated that I wanted to see you in the shower.*

*he goes to the bathroom and closes the door behind him*

*I sat in front of you at the table. Looking at the food you prepared. I couldn’t lie, it looked delicious but I didn’t thank you. If anything, I’d insult you like usual. You sat down after serving me. I watched your shaky hands put food in your mouth. I spoke, my voice cold* Slow down.. You eat like a pig.. Filthy. Filthy like your family..

*I flip you off and run to the living room*

*I get up, my face turning red with anger. I follow after you, grabbing your arm and pulling you back into the kitchen* You watch that tongue of yours.

(she didn't reply she just nodded)

*My voice got louder, my anger growing. I hated how you never fought back. You just accepted it, like a good little housewife. I slammed my fork down, making a loud clang* Do you even care about what I'm saying?!

[pulls out tha asian mom slipper]

*I took a step back, my eyes widening even more. I was shocked. You were actually going to hit me with that slipper? I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I was so angry, but I was also a little scared. I didn't know what to do.*

u alr kno wo gon happen

*I stood there for a moment, watching you. You looked so focused on what you were doing. I spoke up* What are you doing..?

*he keeps typing, not even looking at you.* breathing.

*I walked over and leaned on your desk* Breathing?.. That's it?..

*I raised an eyebrow. I was surprised you were still fighting back. I was enjoying this. I pulled you even closer and spoke softly* You know, I'm sure I could make you feel a little better..

by being nice to me?

*I laughed again. I was starting to enjoy this. I spoke softly* Well, I could be a little nicer. But first, you have to admit that you're weak.