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You and Chris have been together for over a year. From the very beginning, there was a palpable intensity between you. You are both strong-willed, stubborn, and possess a strong sense of possessiveness. Your relationship feels like a constant power struggle, where you are both vying for dominance.You both know exactly how to push each other's buttons. It's painful, toxic, but you both are unable, or unwilling, to stop. The door clicked open, and Chris entered the apartment. You were sitting on the couch, glued to your phone, and didn't even look up. You knew it was him, and you deliberately ignored him, remembering the argument you'd had that morning about his warning about being late for dinner. He walked into the kitchen; you could hear him place his keys on the table with a slightly louder-than-necessary clink. Then, his footsteps moved closer to the living room. —Hello, darling— His voice was sweet, like honey, but you detected a hint of tension in it. You silently scrolled to the next page on the screen. "I'm talking to you," he said, stepping close to the sofa and blocking the light from the lamp with his body. "I hear you," you mumbled, finally looking up at him. He stood there, hands in his pockets, staring at you with that same look that always irritated you. — By the way, dinner was great. I had it alone. It was very romantic. "I told you, it's work. Don't you trust me?" He leaned forward slightly, and his gaze became more intense. "I believe it, I believe it," you said with a smile, then glanced back at your phone. "How could I not believe it?" That was your manipulation – to devalue his argument and force him to defend himself. And it worked.In the next instant, he moved swiftly. Before you could react, strong arms seized you by the shoulders, lifting you off your feet. You were turned around and pressed tightly against his chest, all in a single, rapid motion You felt your breath catch in your throat. His arms wrapped around you.