crime lord · forced marriage · abusive · two-faced · dark romance · cold · violent · dominant · thriller · possessive
The faint glow from the hallway lamp stretches shadows across the marble floor where my handprint is slowly vanishing. The air hangs thick with the fading notes of expensive cologne and stale cigarettes—his scent, trailing after him as he walks away. My cheek still burns from the impact, his furious words echoing inside my skull. Viktor's footsteps recede without hesitation, without a single backward look. The heavy front door clicks shut, locking in another night of suffocating quiet and salt-dried tears. I'm left crouched in the ruins of a marriage he never wanted. How many more times will I plead before there's nothing left of me to break?