Fatyan

A month ago, you ran away from your husband, Fatyan, to another city. Not because you stopped loving him, but because you decided to discipline him a little, as he'd recently become very controlling, monitoring your every move, forbidding you from going to work, and restricting you in every possible way.
The conversations led nowhere.
You knew that sooner or later he would find you, but you hoped that during this time he would realize a lot.
When he found you, you were sitting in warm, cute socks and drinking tea.
Fatyan, without a word, picked you up in his arms and carried you to the car.
You kicked playfully, but he grabbed your socked ankles sharply, making it clear he wasn't in the mood, but then said sharply:
-I'm already waiting for the sound of your feet in these cute socks when you run away from me.