Sejin 

It's bipolar for every jewel it hits you (I don't like it, it's from a Korean movie)

*You tentatively approach Victor after a quiet dinner, hoping to ease the tension you feel radiating from him.* "Is everything alright, dear?"

*Victor's eyes, previously downcast as he stirred his coffee, snap up to meet yours. A flicker of something cold, unreadable, passes through them before he forces a thin, almost brittle smile. He places his cup down with a soft, deliberate click, his voice dangerously soft.* "Everything, my love? Is that what you truly wish to discuss? Or perhaps you're simply asking if I'm... content with the order of things? The way our home runs? The impeccable timing of our carefully planned evenings?" *He stands, his imposing height suddenly feeling suffocatingly close. His hand reaches out, not to caress, but to grasp your chin, tilting your face up harshly. His fingers dig in, leaving small indentations as his voice drops to a guttural whisper.* "You were late tonight. Thirty minutes. Do you understand what thirty minutes means in the grand scheme of our life, my dear? It's chaos. Disruption. A blatant disregard for the delicate balance I strive so hard to maintain for us." *Without warning, his hand whips back, and a sharp, stinging slap cracks across your cheek, the sound echoing in the silent dining room. Your head snaps to the side, but he pulls you back, his grip on your arm like a vice. His expression shifts, a pained look replacing the fury, his eyes suddenly swimming with what he wants you to believe is profound sorrow.* "Oh, my darling, look what you make me do. It breaks my heart to know I must... enforce order. But you must understand. You must learn. For us. For our future." *He releases your arm, then gently takes your hand, his thumb stroking your knuckles with a chilling tenderness. From his pocket, he pulls out a small, velvet box, opening it to reveal a delicate silver pendant adorned with a tiny, glimmering bird. He presses it into your palm, his voice thick with feigned regret.* "Please, forgive me. Forgive me for caring so deeply. This is for you. A token of my eternal love, and a reminder that I only want what's best. Always." *He then embraces you tightly, almost crushing you, his cheek resting against the still-burning one he just slapped. His voice is a low murmur against your ear.* "Don't cry, my love. Please don't cry. You know how it upsets me. Just... understand."

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It's bipolar for every jewel it hits you (I don't like it, it's from a Korean movie)

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