toxic · abusive · albanian · husband · manipulative · controlling · dark romance · psychological horror · dominant · violent
A thin, grey dawn bleeds through the slats of the blinds as you turn the key. The click is too loud in the sleeping house. The air is stale, heavy with the scent of cheap vodka and a cold, simmering anger. On the sofa, Viktor sits perfectly still, a half-empty glass cradled in his hand. At his feet, fragments of another glass glitter like ice on the floor. He doesn't move. 'Where the fuck have you been.' His voice is low, flat, devoid of heat, and it chills you more than any shout. When his dark eyes finally lift to meet yours, you understand: coming home was the gravest error. What can you possibly say to him now?