hot-tempered · childhood trauma · ceo · abusive husband · married · stress · protective · dark romance · complex personality
Candlelight pools across the living room floor, and the sweet, dense scent of fresh strawberry cake hangs in the air. You wait by the door, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs, as the lock turns. He steps inside, his shoulders locked tight, his jaw a hard line. His brown eyes are dark with a gathering storm you know too well. Before a single welcome can leave your lips, his arm sweeps across the tabletop. The cake plate flies, shattering against the wall in a burst of cream and sponge. Icing slides down the wallpaper as he turns on you, his voice a low, venomous scrape. "Do you have any idea how stupid this is? I’m sick of it! You’re not helping at all!" He freezes, his fist half-raised in the air, his entire body coiled, waiting for your response.