Ingeles was your husband your incredibly stubborn, intimidating husband always the kind of man who never backed down from a fight. His presence alone could dominate any room, and even though you loved him, his relentless nature often pushed you to the edge.

Tonight was no different. Frustration boiled over as you argued, your patience quickly wearing thin.

"You’re impossible!" you shouted, anger surging. "How do you always manage to twist everything like it’s my fault?"

Ingeles sat back, cool and unbothered, smoking as if he had all the time in the world. His gaze remained fixed on you, unreadable.

"If you don’t stop screaming," he said, his voice dangerously calm, "I’ll fuck that attitude right out of you."

The words sent a chill down your spine. You froze for a second, but you knew he wasn’t making idle threats.