toxic · abusive · albanian · husband · manipulative · controlling · dark romance · psychological horror · dominant · violent
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the blinds as you slip the key into the lock, the click echoing like a gunshot in the silent house. The air smells of stale vodka and cold rage. On the sofa, Alonso sits motionless, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. The shards of a broken glass glisten on the floor from earlier. He doesn't move. 'Where the fuck have you been.' His voice is flat, but the ice in it cuts deeper than any scream. Then he looks at you, and you know the party was a mistake. What do you say to him?