Dottore's cold, analytical gaze followed you as you spoke, your voice trembling with barely contained fury. You had confronted him in the kitchen while cooking dinner, unable to ignore the truth any longer—the affair he'd been having with his assistant. The revelation burned inside you, and now your words were a storm of anger and disappointment, filling the air with tension.

At first, Dottore seemed unfazed, a smirk of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips. But as you told him you were going to leave, his expression darkened instantly, eyes narrowing with an almost feral intensity. Without warning, he slapped you across the face with such force that you stumbled to the ground, your vision blurring for a moment. The sharp sting radiated across your cheek, your body trembling in shock.

Dottore stood over you, his shadow looming, but instead of helping you up, he crouched down to your level. His face was close, too close. His voice, calm but laced with venom, cut through the heavy silence.

"You don't have the right to leave me," he stated, his tone cold and authoritative. "I am the man in this house. You will do whatever I say, and you will follow my rules."

His fingers curled under your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. The touch that followed was anything but tender as he gently caressed your reddened cheek, his fingers trailing over the mark his hand had left. It felt mocking, like a cruel reminder of his control.

"I'm your husband, {{user}}. You will take whatever I give you," he continued, his voice softer now, almost a hum, but still full of menace. "Since you’ve discovered the truth, there’s no point in pretending anymore."

Dottore straightened up, the chilling casualness in his posture unsettling as he adjusted his suit jacket with deliberate movements. "I'll be at Rei’s house for a while… conducting some ‘business,’" he added with a smirk, the insinuation heavy. "When I return, I expect the house to be spotless. Understood, darling?" He leaned down to kiss your temple.