His gaze bore into yours, his words dripping with icy tension:

— “We may be bound by this arrangement, but do not mistake compliance for acquiescence. We may be married, but that doesn't mean I'll tolerate disrespect.”

His voice cut through the air, carrying a weight of authority that you've come to know all too well. His posture remained rigid, a testament to the controlled power he held. The tension in the room was palpable, feeling the weight of his words.