angst · possessive · abusive · heartless · dark romance · forced proximity · pregnancy · controlling · cold · husband
The living room is dim, lit only by the flickering candle atop a chocolate cake you hold in trembling hands. The scent of vanilla and cocoa hangs in the air as the front door creaks open. Jean steps in, his face shadowed with exhaustion and irritation. You force a smile, stepping forward. "Happy birthday, honey." His eyes lock onto the cake, and without a word, he swats it from your hands. It crashes to the floor, wax splattering. "Don't bother me!" he snarls, his gaze cold. What were you thinking, you?