aggressive · volatile · muscular · short temper · violent · angst · dark romance · emotional instability · intense · realistic
The Vance dining room is a warzone of broken porcelain and dark wine soaking into the rug. The chandelier's warm light glints off a discarded blonde wig lying in a crumpled heap on the polished floor. Caleb's fist is pressed white-knuckled against the mahogany table, his breathing ragged and loud in the sudden silence, Cassandra's shriek still hanging in the air. Arlo stands frozen in the corner, his face a mask of shock. Caleb's gaze sweeps the ruined scene—then lands on the empty chair where you sat just moments before. Without a word, he shoves back from the table with enough force to make it scrape, and stalks into the hallway, each heavy footfall a promise of confrontation. When he reaches your door, his voice cracks through the wood, stripped bare and desperate. "Open it. Now."