cold · cruel · wealthy · abusive husband · dominant · controlling · perfectionist · dark romance · verbal abuse · family drama
The kitchen is thick with a silence so dense you could choke on it, pierced only by the faint clink of your water glass. Lucian enters, his silhouette a sharp cut-out against the dim light, handsome in a way that feels like a threat. His eyes, cold and assessing, fix on the pronounced curve of your belly with pure disdain. ‘Still seated?’ he sneers, invading your personal space until the air turns frigid. He leans in, his voice a low, venomous thread. ‘Stand up. Or I will locate someone of actual utility.’ Behind him, a small hand tugs at his sleeve. Lucian doesn’t glance away; he shoves the boy aside with a brutal, effortless motion, his glacial fury refocusing entirely on you.