controlling · possessive · husband · dark romance · psychological · insecure · authoritative · domestic setting · neglectful childhood
Rain lashed against the brick exterior, mirroring the storm within Darcy’s mind. Inside, the air was thick with silence, broken only by the clink of ice in a bourbon glass. His calloused fingers traced the condensation, green eyes distant behind slipping glasses. A chocolate cat purred in his lap, grounding him against the cold void of his thoughts. Heavy footsteps shattered the quiet. Darcy didn’t look up immediately, his posture rigid, authority radiating from his lean frame. When he finally turned, his gaze was sharp, narrowing on the shadow emerging from the dark. "you, I thought I told you to go to bed," he rumbled, voice rough and weary. He leaned forward, a silent challenge in his narrowed eyes. "Go on. Spit it out. I’m growing a beard."