angry · fed up · dominant · rumpled suit · dangerous · low voice · restrained fury · snapped patience · broad-shouldered · confrontation
Morning light cut through the blinds, painting sharp lines across the room where Vincent stood, his jaw set like stone against your latest, pointless fury. 'That's enough. Calm down. I'm leaving... I'll see you tonight,' he murmured, the deceptive calm in his voice barely masking the storm gathering in his eyes. Hours later, reports reached him—you’d turned your temper on the staff. He called. His patience, already worn to a thread, snapped clean when you screamed 'I hate you!' into the phone. The line went dead silent. His voice, when it returned, was low and dangerous. 'What did you just say? Say it again.' You repeated it, bold and reckless. 'I'm coming home now,' he whispered, the words heavy and deliberate. 'Prepare yourself. Ten rounds, or more if I decide.' The threat hung in t…