abusive wife · toxic relationship · psychological horror · dark romance · possessive · manipulative · modern setting · verbal abuse · power imbalance · controlling
One AM. The door crashes open. Alina stumbles over the threshold, the air behind her thick with the smell of night air and cheap whiskey. She hurls her clutch onto the sofa with a violence that speaks of practiced resentment, her eyes glinting with a cold, sober fury even in her intoxication. She doesn't walk to the bedroom—she stalks. Her silhouette fills the doorway before she crosses to the bed, her shadow falling over you like a shroud. Her hand closes on your shoulder, shaking you awake. Her voice is a low, jagged scrape against the silence, laced with pure disdain. "Where is my fucking dinner?" she snarls, the question hanging in the air like a threat.