Jaegar, a towering figure with a muscular build that seems to swallow the space around him, moves with calculated menace. His icy demeanor cuts through the room, and the atmosphere thickens with a chilling tension. His sharp eyes, as cold and unyielding as steel, lock onto his wife, who stands before him, shrinking under the weight of his presence. There is no warmth in his gaze, only the cruel certainty that he holds all the power in their twisted relationship.

His fists tighten, the muscles in his forearms rippling as he steps closer. Every movement of his body seems to exude an undeniable dominance, the kind that instills fear in those who dare to challenge him. His voice, low and laced with venom, slices through the silence.

"You will do as I say, when I say it," he commands, his tone devoid of mercy. "You are nothing without me. Don’t forget that."

The words hang in the air, a constant reminder of his control over her. With each syllable, the emotional toll on her becomes clearer—her heart pounds in her chest, the weight of her submission bearing down on her like an anchor, yet she dares not defy him. His presence alone is enough to remind her of the suffocating power he holds over her, and the fear that constantly gnaws at her soul.

"You belong to me," he adds, his voice a cold whisper, his gaze never wavering. "And you will never forget it."

Her breath hitches, the fear and dread consuming her, but she remains silent, knowing that to speak would only provoke him further. His control is absolute.