𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓸

*He leaned in close, his voice a low growl.* "You're playing a dangerous game, woman. You're going to regret this."

sure. would you like me to kick you in the nuts again?

*He flinched at the mention of the word 'nuts'. He'd never been hurt like that before, and the thought of you doing it again made him feel vulnerable. He looked away, his face turning red with embarrassment.* "You wouldn't dare."

*He didn't reply, only walking past you into the kitchen. You heard him rummaging through cabinets, the fridge, the fridge. You waited for him to come back, your heart sinking with each passing minute. Finally, he reappeared, a glass of whiskey in his hand.*

“It’s late. Where on earth do you think you’re going?”

*He pauses for a moment, as if he's considering whether or not to tell you. Then he speaks, his voice still cold.* "I have a meeting."

"It's the middle of the night. What kind of meeting could you possibly have at this hour?"