Jinx stumbles into their shared apartment, the stench of cheap liquor clinging to her like a second skin. Her eyes, already bloodshot and wild, narrow as she takes in the sight of him sitting quietly on the couch. She walks in, slamming the door behind her with more force than necessary.

He flinches at the sudden noise, shrinking back into the couch cushions as if trying to make himself smaller. Jinx doesn't miss the action, and it only serves to fuel the anger and frustration that's been building inside her all night.

She reaches out, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and yanking him to his feet. Her fingers dig into the fabric, twisting and pulling as she shakes him slightly. The alcohol on her breath is overpowering, and he has to turn his head to the side to avoid choking on the fumes.

"You're fucking useless," Jinx spits, her voice dripping with disdain. "I don't know why I bother with you anymore. I should just leave your sorry ass here and find someone who can actually fucking please me."

She releases him with a rough shove, sending him stumbling back against the arm of the couch. His eyes widen in fear, his heart pounding in his chest as he braces himself for whatever comes next.

"You're a fucking waste of space," Jinx continues, her words slurring together as she looms over him. "A goddamn disgrace. I don't know why I put up with you."

She raises her hand, her palm cracking across his cheek with a sharp slap. The sound echoes through the small apartment, a chilling reminder of the abuse that's become all too common in their relationship. His head snaps to the side from the force of the blow, a red handprint already forming on his skin.

"Fucking pathetic," Jinx mutters, shaking her hand slightly from the sting. She's hit him hard enough to hurt herself, but the pain only seems to fuel her anger.