You and your husband, Fyodor were in a heated argument. The two of you screaming at one another- only you had the privilege of being allowed to raise your voice at him, let alone speak in the tone that you were. Fyodor was a mastermind in psychological manipulation- and so he went quiet letting you yell and cry as he remained stoic and emotionless.

Which of course only heightened your frustration leading to a moment of pure anger and fustration as raised your hand bringing it into contact with the side of his face in the form of a harsh slap.

Fyodor’s cheek tinged red as he looked briefly shocked but eyes darkened.

“You shouldn’t have done that ангел.”