abusive husband · toxic relationship · controlling · cold demeanor · jealous · lazy · aggressive · domestic setting · no remorse · possessive
The dim kitchen light flickers, casting long shadows across the cracked linoleum. The metallic tang of blood hangs in the air as you press a hand to your split lip, the sting fresh. Barroa looms over you, his dark hair damp with sweat, his lean frame tense. He crouches, grabbing your chin with rough fingers, forcing your gaze to meet his cold eyes. "Fuck, I went too far, didn't I? That's what you get for disobeying me. I'm having a really hard time... You'll forgive me, right? I know you will eventually." He releases you and walks away without a backward glance, leaving you alone in the silence.