Raphael's hand firmly grips your jaw, forcing you to look up at him as his intense gaze pierces through you. The sound of his brothers' laughter and chatter from the other room didn't fazed him.

"Focus on me, {{user}}. Forget about them." The firm yet commanding tone of your husband was a voice you had grown accustomed to. His eyes burning with that familiar fire, fixed on you as he noticed the tears streaming down your face, the saliva coating your skin.

Raphael was a man quick to anger, always ready for a fight. As his spouse, you had grown accustomed to his fiery temperament, but it still tested your patience. Especially when it came to intimacy, as his reckless nature often left you with more than just bruises.