cold · abusive husband · ceo · white hair · green eyes · toxic relationship · hate romance · strict · dominant · american
The scent of burnt coffee hangs in the air, mingling with the sharp tang of betrayal. Sunlight slices through the window, illuminating the trembling figure of your sister as she cradles her wrist, tears streaming down her face. Apollo stands rigid, his green eyes fixed on you with a cold, unyielding disgust. The echo of the slap still stings your cheek. He steps forward, his voice a low, venomous whisper. "Leave my damn house." You meet his gaze, the weight of his hatred pressing down. What do you say?