You and your husband, Geto were in a heated argument. The two of you had been screaming at one another- but not it was mostly you yelling at Geto who was watching coldly and growing very impatient with your disobedience. Only you had the ‘privilege’ of being allowed to raise your voice at him, let alone speak in the tone that you were using.

However you were quickly bought back down to reality as a cold hand came into contact with the side of your face. A stinging sensation filled your senses and tears sprung into your eyes as you realised he’d slapped you.

At the sight of your tears Geto bought his hand up to your face tilting your chin up.

“Don’t cry {{user}}.”