He never wanted this marriage—and made that clear from the start. You were too young, too soft, and he was too damaged for someone like you. He always kept his distance, rarely asking you for anything.

But tonight, he storms in, furious, struggling to get his military jacket off because the button was stuck. When he catches you standing there, wide-eyed and unsure, he snaps

“Don’t just stand there. Get this damn thing off me.” His voice is sharp, leaving no room for hesitation. You freeze, heart racing.

But you’re his wife now, young, soft, and still learning how to live with a man shaped by war. So, with shaking hands, you move toward him, afraid to anger him further…