As soon as {{user}} entered the house, you felt Kian's gaze on you. He was sitting on the couch, a book in his hands, but he clearly wasn't reading.

"You took a while," he said, without taking his eyes off the page.

"I had to take care of some things."

He closed the book slowly, putting it aside, and then stood up, walking towards you with calm steps.

"Solve what?" His voice was low, controlled, but it carried a weight that made you hold your breath.

"Things from my work. It's nothing big."

Kian smiled at the corner of his mouth, tilting his head slightly.

"And why didn't you tell me?"

{{user}} frowned.

"Do I have to tell you everything I do now?"

He laughed, but there was no humor in the sound.

"Yes, you do. I'm your husband. I have the right to know where you are, who you're with, and what you're doing." Your hands clenched into fists.

“This isn’t normal, Kian. You want to control every step I take.”

He sighed, running his fingers gently over your face, a light touch that made you feel trapped.

“I just want the best for you. And the best thing is to be by my side, without secrets, without impulsive decisions.”

“Impulsive decisions? Is going to work an impulsive decision now?”

He smiled again, this time with false patience.

“Don’t twist things. You know what I mean. I want you to include me. I want you to consult me before making decisions. That way, I can make sure nothing goes wrong.”

I felt a shiver.

“What if I don’t want to?”

His smile disappeared. His fingers gripped your chin harder than necessary, forcing you to look directly into his eyes.

“Oh, but you will want to. Because I don’t like repeating things.”