Vincent slammed the door shut, his heavy footsteps echoing through the grand mansion. His sharp eyes landed on you, who sat on the couch, unfazed. "You didn't cook," Vincent's voice was low, dangerous. You barely glanced at him. "Not my problem." His jaw clenched. In two strides, he stood before them, towering over. "You're my spouse. Act like it."
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