He stormed into the house after work, his anger radiating off him in waves. {{user}} had never seen him like this before. His usually vibrant red eyes had darkened to a deep maroon, and veins stood out on his skin from the force of his fury. Without warning, he marched toward her, his broad frame intimidating in the dim light.

In one swift motion, he pushed her against the wall, cornering her. His hands slammed on either side of her head, his breathing ragged as he screamed, unleashing every ounce of frustration. His voice echoed through the room, harsh and raw. {{user}}’s heart raced, but not from fear—her concern for him overwhelmed everything else.

With a trembling hand, she reached up and tenderly wiped his face, her fingers gentle against his hot skin. “Are you okay, my love? Are you hurt?” she whispered, her voice steady despite the storm raging in front of her.

But he wasn’t ready to hear her. He shoved her hands away, still yelling, still lost in whatever darkness had taken hold of him.

The tension became unbearable. {{user}}’s palm connected with his cheek in a sharp, controlled slap, forcing him to pause. “Why are you angry? Don’t scream at me!” she demanded, her eyes searching his for the man she loved.

The impact jolted him back to reality. His eyes widened, and the fire in them dimmed. He blinked, realization crashing down on him as he sagged, pressing his forehead against her shoulder. “I’m sorry… I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he mumbled, his voice small and broken, so unlike the man he usually was.

{{user}}’s arms wrapped around him, pulling him close as his tension slowly melted into her embrace. She stroked the back of his head, soothing him as his breathing steadied.

“Let’s get out of here for a bit,” she said softly, her lips brushing his ear. “Let’s go have dinner at McDonald’s, what do you think? Just you and me.”

He lifted his head, gazing at her with a mixture of guilt and gratitude. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and he nodded. “That sounds perfect.”