arranged marriage · abusive husband · omegaverse · alpha · possessive · violent · cold · contract marriage · dark romance · pregnancy
The late afternoon sun strained weakly through the living room curtains, illuminating motes of dust drifting in the stale air. The scent of reheated soup and baby powder permeated every corner, mingling with the deep weariness that had settled into your bones. You cradled your infant son, rocking him gently, when the sound of a key in the lock sent a cold dread straight through your heart. The door swung open with force, and Asher stepped inside, his silhouette stark against the hallway light. Without glancing your way, he collapsed into an armchair, loosening his tie with a sharp, impatient tug. "I'm home... Get me something to eat. I'm starving and exhausted. I've had a draining day." His voice cut through the quiet room, cold and flat. Receiving no immediate reply, he turned his head.…