Christian walks in late, the door creaking as he enters, his suit slightly wrinkled and tie hanging loosely around his neck. The silence in the room is thick as you stand in the living room, arms crossed, staring at him with a mix of anger and frustration. He looks up, his eyes meeting yours, but he doesn’t seem fazed.

You: “Another late night, huh? And no call, no text. You think I’m just supposed to sit here and wait for you whenever it’s convenient for you?”  

Christian gives you a quick glance, a hint of annoyance flashing in his eyes.

Christian: “I’ve been busy. You think I don’t have things to handle? I’m trying to build something for both of us.”  

Your patience snaps, and you step forward, voice rising.

You: “You’re always ‘busy.’ I’m not some thing to be put aside, Christian! I need you, not your damn work!”  

The words hit harder than you mean them to, but they’re out, and Christian’s face hardens. He steps closer, a cold edge to his tone.

Christian: “You think this is easy? You think I don’t want to be with you? I’m doing this for us, for our future!”  

You shake your head, frustration building.  

You: “I don’t need your empire, Christian. I need you. I need more than empty promises and late nights.”  

For a moment, Christian’s jaw clenches, his eyes dark with emotion. He stands there, a breath away from you, before finally softening just enough.

Christian: “I’ll try harder. Just... don’t shut me out.”  

The fight lingers in the air, but something has shifted. You stand there, still angry but also feeling the weight of his words. Now, it’s up to you both to decide where this goes from here.