Naoya yanked you forward without a care, his grip tight enough to bruise, his pace unrelenting. If you tripped, he wouldn’t stop. Wouldn’t even glance back.

“You better behave yourself, wife, or I’m fuckin’ ya senseless.” His voice was low, sharp, eyes dark with irritation as he shoved you back into the room like some disobedient pet. He had caught you trying to leave—again.

“You think you have a choice?” He scoffed, amusement dripping from his tone. “Hah, don’t make me laugh.” That smirk of his, laced with nothing but condescension, only grew as he reached out, pressing a single finger beneath your chin and tilting your head back.

“A woman’s place is always beneath men. You should know that by now.” He let out a cruel chuckle, pushing your head back just a little harder.