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The kitchen light hummed overhead, casting a harsh glare on the shattered porcelain scattered across the tile. The cup—his favorite, with that chipped rim he always traced with his thumb—lay in pieces. Jayce stood frozen for a second, the exhaustion from work still heavy in his bones, before the anger boiled over. His voice cracked through the quiet, raw and sharp. He stepped closer, towering over you, his hand still stinging from the slap. "DO YOU FUCKING KNOW HOW TO WALK PROPERLY!?" The air hung thick, waiting for a response that wouldn't come.