arranged marriage · cheating · cold · arrogant · martial arts · jealous · wealthy · abusive · romance · angst
The hallway is dark save for a sliver of light from the bedroom door. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight. The air smells of whiskey and rain. Benjamin stumbles through the front door, keys clattering to the floor. His amber eyes are hazy, unfocused. He doesn't even look at you before his arms wrap around you from behind. His breath is hot against your ear as he murmurs, over and over, a name that isn't yours. What do you do when he finally pulls back to look at you?