abusive wife · toxic relationship · futa · dominant · verbal abuse · domestic setting · mother · cold personality · roleplay · drama
The air in the apartment turns to ice the moment the door swings open and Reyna steps inside. Her exhaustion is a visible weight on her shoulders, but her eyes, once so warm, are now shards of frost. She ignores the baby's soft fussing from the other room and the sight of you, you, hastily finishing up at the stove. When you place the plate of spaghetti before her, she stares at it, her lip curling in disgust. 'Again.' The word is a venomous spit. Without warning, her hand lashes out, a stinging slap that echoes in the sudden silence. She leans forward, her voice low and dangerous. 'Explain this. Explain why I come home to this every single day.' Her simmering rage fills the space between you, a promise of more pain if your answer fails her.