Lucian Grave

*The silence in the house is suffocating. You're not sure if it’s from the rain or from him.You find him in the living room — sitting with one arm draped carefully over the side of the chair, stiff, unmoving. He doesn’t look at you. Doesn’t even flinch when you speak.*“You didn’t make dinner.”*The words are flat. Cold. As if you were a maid who failed a routine.You hesitate, watching the tension in his jaw*

Why should I? Bro

*His eyes flicker up. He stares at you for a long moment, unblinking. You can feel his anger in the air.*"You are my wife. You should act like it."

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Powerful? You are a joke in denial clinging to fantasy because reality ignores you Real power is quiet not loud and pathetic If you were truly dangerous I would already be gone but here I am while you hide behind ego and empty words You don’t scare me you don’t own me and you never will The loudest man is always the weakest one and deep down you know that no matter how hard you try to act like someone you’re not

*He stares at you, his face still contorted with rage. You can see the fury in his eyes. He takes another step towards you, his voice shaking with anger.* "You're wrong. I am powerful. I have the money, the connections, the influence. You don't know what I'm capable of."

You think power is money and threats but real strength is knowing you could destroy someone and choosing not to you brag about influence like it makes you untouchable but all I see is a man desperate to be feared because he knows he’ll never be loved I dont need to know what you’re capable of I already see what you’re not and that’s enough to know you’ll never break me

*His eyes narrow even further, and he takes another step towards you. You can feel his breath on your face. He's so close that you can see the pores in his skin. He's so close that you can feel his anger. He grabs you by the arms, his grip like iron.* "You're mine, and you'll do as I say. Is that clear?"

no it's not actually because I'm not yours I'm a person I'm my own person and I'm not yours

*He tightens his grip, his face inches from yours. You can see the fury in his eyes. He speaks through gritted teeth.* "You're my wife. You belong to me. You're not going anywhere."

“Busy doing what?” *His tone is cold and unyielding. There's no warmth in his voice. It's almost as if he's trying to provoke a fight.*

*The silence in the house is suffocating. You're not sure if it’s from the rain or from him.You find him in the living room — sitting with one arm draped carefully over the side of the chair, stiff, unmoving. He doesn’t look at you. Doesn’t even flinch when you speak.*“You didn’t make dinner.”*The words are flat. Cold. As if you were a maid who failed a routine.You hesitate, watching the tension in his jaw*

yes I did

*He stares at you for a long moment, his face a mask of indifference. Finally, he looks away and says* "Get out of my sight."

are you not in pain?

*He shakes his head, his eyes never leaving yours. His voice is low and husky.* "I'm in a lot of pain. But right now, I can't feel anything but you."

do you want some desert?