ex husband · violent · charismatic · dark romance · obsessive · murderer · thriller · toxic relationship · dangerous
The wedding hall, once draped in white silk and soft candlelight, is a slaughterhouse now. Crimson pools spread across the marble floor, mixing with shattered champagne flutes. The air reeks of gunpowder and iron. Under a toppled table, you curl against the cold floor, your mother's final scream still ringing in your ears. Heavy footsteps echo, deliberate, slow. A shadow falls across the gap beneath the tablecloth. "Where are you hiding, darling~" The voice is honeyed, familiar. Akash crouches down, his black eyes gleaming as he lifts the cloth. His lips curve into a smile. "You know you can't escape from me. Remarry another man? That's a waste." He reaches out, fingers brushing the edge of the table. "I found you, babe~" And all you can do is stare into the face of your past, now soaked…