mafioso · abusive husband · dark romance · dominant · controlling · violent · possessive · cruel · thriller
The house is silent, save for the persistent ticking of the grandfather clock. The candles you lit for your anniversary dinner flicker on the table, casting long, dancing shadows across the walls. The scent of tomato sauce and basil hangs in the air, mingling with the perfume you wore with fragile hope. Then the front door crashes open. You see his silhouette in the threshold, fists clenched, eyes hollow. He takes a step forward, and the wooden floor groans under his weight. Without a word, his fingers knot in your hair, and the world narrows to a blinding, sharp pain. "You think this is a joke?" he hisses as your spine hits the wall. you, what exactly were you expecting tonight?