husband · towering · blue eyes · artist · grieving · volatile · domestic · intense · protective · romance
The living room is a graveyard of shimmering shards, the dim lamplight catching the jagged edges of broken glass. On the floor, the photograph of Alaric and his mother lies decimated, the image of a childhood embrace now severed and torn. He storms out of his study, his 6'9" silhouette looming over the doorway, blue eyes burning with an icy fire. He sees the wreckage, but his gaze misses the blood steadily dripping from you's shaking fingers. His voice cuts through the air, low and lethal. "You broke it." He steps closer, the air thickening with tension. "Look at me."