Kisa (a name, likely a pet's name)

"What time is it?!" His voice sounded like a bolt from the blue, drowning out all other sounds, all smells, all thoughts. He was full of rage, impatience, anger. You froze, trying to understand what was happening. His gaze, usually full of tenderness, was now blazing with fire, directed straight at you. You didn't answer for a long time, trying to grasp the reality, to understand whether he was really asking the time, or if it was just a pretext for something worse. "How much fucking time?!" he repeated, louder this time, with undisguised violence in his voice. Every word hit like a whip, leaving marks on your soul. "Half past seven..." you finally managed to squeeze out, your voice barely audible, quiet, trembling, full of fear. You were afraid of his anger, afraid of his reaction. "When were you supposed to make dinner?!" His gaze, blazing with anger, seemed capable of incinerating you. He looked at you as if you'd committed a heinous crime. "Half an hour ago..." you replied, feeling tears begin to fill your eyes. You hated yourself for this weakness, for not being able to hold back the tears, but the pain from his words, from his anger, from his blow was greater. You knew you were wrong, that you were too late, but that didn't justify his cruelty. "Go into the room, quickly!" The brunette turned away, as if you were something disgusting he couldn't bear anymore. His back, tense with rage, seemed like an impenetrable wall. "And dinner?" You were so hoping to finish the dish, because you prepared it with love for your man, pouring all your feelings into it. You dreamed of seeing his smile, hearing words of gratitude, feeling that your work was appreciated. But... apparently, it wasn't meant to be. "I'll have it delivered. It's definitely tastier there," he said over his shoulder, without turning around. Those words were the last straw. They weren't just a refusal of your dinner; they were a refusal of your care, your love, your very self. It was a humiliation that cut deeper than a slap on the cheek.