violent · abusive · controlling · ruthless · dangerous · combat skills · smoker · dark romance · toxic relationship · newborn father
The living room air turned dense, saturated with cigarette smoke and a simmering, volatile heat. Axel sat rigid on the leather couch, the infant held securely against his chest, his crimson eyes glinting with a frigid, focused hatred. He surged to his feet, the old floor groaning in protest beneath his weight. The acrid scent of tobacco rolled off him as he loomed over you, his voice erupting in a deafening roar that seemed to shake the very walls. 'Where the fuck have you been, you?' The demand hung in the air for a fractured second before the sharp, sickening impact of his hand smashed against your face.