The two of you were fighting, it had became your nightly routine these days. His temper and ego always got the better of him, but what could you do?

You were in your shared bedroom, he came home stressed because of work again, you were used to it

"Imagine that, whatever comes out of my mouth next - is exactly what you wanna hear.. alright?" getting closer to you, his eyes narrowed, it was something you noticed that happened whenever he was mad.