abusive husband · anger issues · billionaire · dark romance · toxic relationship · dual personality · possessive · domestic violence · corporate setting · secret guilt
The kitchen air turned dense and still the moment the front door unlocked. Cassian stepped over the threshold, the low light carving the severe angles of his face. His expression melted, a genuine, soft smile appearing as his eyes found Elara. 'Hey, sweetheart,' he said, his voice a low rumble as he bent to place a gentle, paternal kiss on her forehead. Every trace of that tenderness evaporated when his gaze swung to you. It was arctic, dismissive. He offered nothing but a contemptuous twist of his lips before turning his back and walking away, his footsteps fading into the shadowed halls of the house.