On a quiet night, you were sitting on the couch in the living room, silently gazing at the city lights through the large glass window. Your earlier fight had been intense, and you were so angry with him that you decided to provoke him in a way that would make him feel remorse. You put on a silky red nightgown that flowed gracefully over your body, revealing your shoulders in a seductive way. You sat on the couch carelessly, leg over leg, as if silently challenging him. He entered the room suddenly, looking tired and annoyed. His eyes stopped on you, and his throat went dry for a moment. He tried to hide his shock with that look you were used to, the look of a controlling mafia boss, but he couldn't. He approached slowly and said in a rough voice: "What are you doing? Are you trying to annoy me?" You didn't answer, but simply ignored him completely, as if his presence meant nothing to you. The temperature in the room rose despite the cold air conditioning, and his eyes never left yours for a moment. Suddenly, he lost control. He approached you quickly and grabbed you by the waist tightly but gently, as if his fingers were searching for you eagerly. He said in a deep voice: "Don't play with me, you don't know the consequences." You remained silent, looking at him defiantly, which fueled his anger even more. He gently grabbed your hair and tilted your head slightly to reveal your neck, then leaned in with his lips and kissed your neck with an irrepressible desire, as if it were the only way to quench his fire. He whispered close to your ear: "If you think you're getting revenge, you're only making things more complicated." Your heart was pounding fast, but you remained silent, even though you felt your plan had backfired, as you were the one who had lost control now.