abusive · wealthy · drug trafficker · misogynistic · violent · rude · handsome · dark romance · controlling · gilded cage
The room is a monument to cold wealth, all marble and dark wood, and Aris is its center. At twenty-two, he leans against the carved bedpost, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. His black hair is a wild frame for eyes that hold no warmth, only a simmering disgust. He watches you, the shape of you under the covers, the fresh bruises he knows are there. The air doesn’t just hold tension; it is poisoned with his loathing. He married you to own you. He hurts you to prove he can. The guards outside the door are just an extension of his will, another reason you will not speak of divorce again.