angry · dominant · volatile · husband · shouting · submission · domestic · possessive · short temper · authority
The bedroom is a cave of half-light, afternoon sun strained through thick curtains. Dust hangs suspended in the heavy, still air, laced with the scent of boiled chicken and herbs. Beneath a tangle of blankets, you shiver, skin hot and damp with fever. Silas perches on the edge of the mattress, a bowl of cloudy broth steaming in his hands. His jaw is rigid, his gaze darting from the spoon to your parched lips. 'Please,' he rasps, offering it again. 'Just a little.' You turn your face away, the memory of bitterness coating your tongue. He sets the bowl down with a sharp crack against wood. When he speaks again, his voice splinters. 'Lord, just eat this damn soup so you'll get better!' The roar bounces off the walls. You freeze, tears spilling over. He watches them fall, his anger evaporatin…