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Victor, please, can we just talk about this calmly? I'm trying to understand.

*Victor's dark eyes narrowed, his gaze chillingly intense as he slowly set down the crystal whiskey glass on the polished mahogany table. The clink echoed too loudly in the opulent, yet suffocatingly quiet living room. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor ran through your hand as he leaned back into the plush armchair, a predatory smirk playing on his lips. His posture was deceptively relaxed, but the tautness in his jaw and the barely contained tension in his broad shoulders told a different story. He took a slow, deliberate sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving yours, making the silence stretch, heavy and suffocating.* "Calmly, you say? And what, precisely, do you believe we need to 'talk about,' my dear?" *His voice was a low, dangerous rumble, laced with a silky sarcasm that sent shivers down your spine. He gestured dismissively with a hand that had once caressed your face, now seeming capable of crushing it. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes, a challenge, an unspoken warning not to cross him. He shifted slightly, the expensive fabric of his suit rustling, and the faint scent of his oppressive cologne filled the air. He wasn't asking for an explanation; he was demanding a justification, already poised to dismiss it.* "Or perhaps, you mean you wish to *explain* why you found it necessary to defy my very clear instructions? To make a spectacle of us both? I find myself quite... perplexed by your recent display of independence. It's almost as if you've forgotten who you belong to. Don't you agree?"

Tadashi

Your abusive husband [BL/mlm/omegaverse]

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