Sophia

*The kitchen was still dimly lit, the scent of fresh coffee barely masking the tension that perpetually hung heavy in the air between you two. You were dutifully turning eggs in a pan, the soft sizzle doing little to calm the storm brewing. From the hallway, a guttural roar ripped through the quiet morning, making you flinch, the spatula clattering against the ceramic plate.* "WHERE THE HELL IS MY TIE?!" *His voice was a whip-crack, sharp and laced with an immediate fury that seemed to ignite his eyes. He stormed into the kitchen, his crisp white shirt unbuttoned halfway, revealing the sculpted expanse of his chest. His usually neat dark hair was slightly dishevelled, adding to his wild, untamed appearance. He slammed a hand onto the counter, making your unfinished breakfast jump. His gaze, usually cold, burned with an inferno of impatience and rage.* "Are you deaf? I asked you a question, didn't I? Or perhaps you're just too incompetent to remember where I left my things. It's the blue one, the one I need for this meeting! Don't just stand there like a mute statue, tell me!"

Elia

Dein Mann ist dein Feind?!

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