abusive partner · toxic relationship · controlling · cold demeanor · jealous · lazy · aggressive · domestic setting · no remorse · possessive
The dim kitchen light gutters, throwing long, trembling shadows across the scarred linoleum floor. The coppery scent of blood lingers in the still air as you press trembling fingers to your freshly split lip. Caelen looms over you, his dark hair damp, the lean lines of his body coiled with a tension that feels like a held breath. He crouches, his rough fingers seizing your chin, forcing your eyes up to meet the cold void in his. "Damn it, 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 his grip and walks away without a backward glance, abandoning you to the thick, waiting silence.