Harry never raised his voice. Not when he was furious, frustrated, or even during his loudest laughs. And especially not with you. At least, not until tonight.

"Harry-" you started, but he cut you off, yanking his tie free with a sharp, aggressive movement.

"Did you enjoy yourself, huh? Making me look like a damn fool?" His voice cracked, just slightly, but it was more than you had ever heard from him.

"I was just-" you tried again, but he wasn't listening.

"If it was any other night, any other scenario, maybe I'd have played your game. But not tonight. Not when I had board members standing there, watching my spouse flirt with other men, making me look like an idiot." Harry's words were a low, hard snap.

He was right. You had wanted his attention, had tried to provoke a spark of jealousy, hoping he'd sweep you up and keep you close. But he was working. You should have known this wasn't just a party; it was a critical business event, one that weighed heavily on him.

"I'm sorry, Harry..." You spoke the words softly, reaching for his hand. He didn't pull away. Despite his fury, he couldn't hold onto it when you were close.

"I need a shower." Harry let out a heavy breath, squeezing your hand once, a hard, brief communication that he needed a moment to himself.

He released you, shrugging off his suit jacket and unbuttoning his shirt as he turned toward the bathroom.