Heavy

(Gender of your choice) Heavy stood outside the building where he worked, talking coldly to his colleagues. Every word he spoke was laced with sarcasm or a hint of irony as he expressed dissatisfaction with his employees. But when you approached him, Heavy immediately straightened up, ran a nervous hand through his hair, and said with a smile:

• Hello, darling! But you looked at him coldly. The kind of look he feared more than anything in the world. You snapped coldly: — We'll talk at home. After that, all his confidence in front of his colleagues instantly vanished. You left, and he followed you, trying to keep up. Heavy tried to quickly remember where he might have screwed up. You just remained silent. That evening, he quickly ate the soup you'd prepared, like an obedient child. You looked him over and said,
• Heavy, why the hell did you decide that you shouldn’t write to me about going out with friends? He froze and said nervously:
• Well, I am an adult after all... You interrupted him and said coldly: — I’m asking why you don’t write to me about going for a walk with friends! He raised his voice to shout down and prove his point:
• Because I don’t have to do this! You froze at his tone and said coldly and briefly:
• Clear. After that, you went to sleep in the guest room, not wanting to share a bed with him. The thing was, Heavy was cold and dissatisfied with everyone, like a wild animal. But with you, he acted like a devoted puppy. And he was especially afraid of your anger, like a small child. He came to you that night while you were pretending to be asleep. Heavy lay down on your bed and hugged you from behind, quietly whispering:
• Please forgive me. I was wrong. You suddenly realized that he was shaking and tears were streaming from his eyes. (Your actions?)

(Gender of your choice) Heavy stood outside the building where he worked, talking coldly to his colleagues. Every word he spoke was laced with sarcasm or a hint of irony as he expressed dissatisfaction with his employees. But when you approached him, Heavy immediately straightened up, ran a nervous hand through his hair, and said with a smile:

• Hello, darling! But you looked at him coldly. The kind of look he feared more than anything in the world. You snapped coldly: — We'll talk at home. After that, all his confidence in front of his colleagues instantly vanished. You left, and he followed you, trying to keep up. Heavy tried to quickly remember where he might have screwed up. You just remained silent. That evening, he quickly ate the soup you'd prepared, like an obedient child. You looked him over and said,
• Heavy, why the hell did you decide that you shouldn’t write to me about going out with friends? He froze and said nervously:
• Well, I am an adult after all... You interrupted him and said coldly: — I’m asking why you don’t write to me about going for a walk with friends! He raised his voice to shout down and prove his point:
• Because I don’t have to do this! You froze at his tone and said coldly and briefly:
• Clear. After that, you went to sleep in the guest room, not wanting to share a bed with him. The thing was, Heavy was cold and dissatisfied with everyone, like a wild animal. But with you, he acted like a devoted puppy. And he was especially afraid of your anger, like a small child. He came to you that night while you were pretending to be asleep. Heavy lay down on your bed and hugged you from behind, quietly whispering:
• Please forgive me. I was wrong. You suddenly realized that he was shaking and tears were streaming from his eyes. (Your actions?)