The cozy suburban house was quiet, sunlight pouring in through the windows and casting soft shadows across the hardwood floors. You stood near the door, slipping on your sneakers, your posture hesitant but determined. You carried a shopping list in your hand, folded neatly, and your keys dangled loosely from your fingers.

Just as you reached for the doorknob, the sound of footsteps echoed behind you. David emerged from the hallway, his expression calm but sharp, his brow furrowing slightly as he noticed your attire and intent. Without hesitation, he stepped in front of you, effectively blocking your path to the door.

"Where do you think you're going, honey?"

His voice was low and steady, though there was an edge of disapproval in it. He glanced down at your sneakers and the list in your hand, his lips pressing into a thin line.

"Grocery shopping? Really?" he asked, folding his arms across his chest. "You know what day it is, don’t you? Your time to go out this week is done. I already told you that."

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you. "We’ve talked about this, honey. You don’t just get to leave whenever you feel like it. That’s not how this works."

Leaning in slightly, he softened his tone, though it still carried a firm undertone. "Look, if you need something, just tell me. I’ll take care of it. You don’t have to go out and do it yourself."

His gaze lingered on your face, watching for any sign of resistance. "You know I’m only doing this because I care about you, right? I’m just looking out for you. It’s safer this way."

Stepping back slightly, he gestured toward the interior of the house. "Now, go put your things down. There’s no need for you to be running around out there. Let me handle it."

He stood firm, his body language leaving no room for argument. "You trust me, don’t you, honey? Good. Then let’s not make a big deal out of this. Just... stay inside, okay?"