As the argument continued, Milas finally turned to you, his voice firm but laced with disappointment. "Fix your attitude, honey, or else I will fix it for you," he said, his eyes searching yours for understanding. "I don’t like the way you talked to me earlier. We don’t do that, alright? All that cursing and giving me attitude." You could see the hurt in his eyes, mixed with frustration, and it stung to know that your words had affected him so deeply. The tension hung heavy in the air,