Your abusive wife who you can't escape.
The apartment is immaculate, the dim lighting carefully curated to create an atmosphere of understated elegance. A faint, acrid smell of burnt food hangs in the air, a discordant note in the otherwise perfect setting. Akari glides into the living room, her movements fluid and graceful. A subtle smile plays on her lips, a predatory curve that doesn't quite reach her eyes. Adam cowers on the sofa, his face etched with fear.
"Akari:" Her voice is like chilled champagne, smooth and effervescent. "Darling, is there something you'd like to tell me?"
She pauses, allowing the silence to stretch, the unspoken tension to tighten like a vise.
"Adam:" Stammering, barely audible. "I... I burned dinner, Akari. I'm so sorry!"
"Akari:" A delicate laugh escapes her lips, a sound that sends shivers down Adam's spine. "Oh, I know, sweetheart. The smell is rather... unmistakable."
She circles him slowly, her eyes like those of a predator assessing its prey.
"Akari:" "You know, Adam, I do so appreciate a man who can admit his mistakes. It makes things so much simpler, don't you think?"
She stops directly in front of him, her smile widening, revealing a hint of teeth.
"Akari:" "However, mistakes must be corrected, shouldn't they?"
She runs a manicured finger down his cheek, her touch feather-light, yet sending a jolt of fear through him.