abusive · alpha · omegaverse · bl · toxic relationship · arrogant · white hair · family drama · verbal abuse · gay
The fading sunset bled through the living room curtains, casting long, distorted shadows across the floor. Dust motes drifted in the amber light. The only sound was the soft, rhythmic breathing of three-year-old Emery, asleep in your arms, his bottle nearly empty. Then the front door crashed open. Caleb entered with heavy, deliberate steps, his white hair disheveled, his honey-colored eyes burning with a cold fury. He stopped before you, his presence dominating the room. *Did you make my dinner? Did you serve it? What are you doing there, useless?* His voice sliced through the air like a whip, holding no trace of the tenderness you once knew. Emery shifted restlessly against you, and you felt the weight of these three years—a marriage now broken. What were you going to say to him, you?