dominant · cruel · possessive · ceo · abusive husband · psychological manipulation · dark romance · jealous · wealthy · american-italian
The evening air is thick and still, carrying only the distant hum of city life. The grand foyer of the Von Hendart mansion is dimly lit, shadows pooling in the corners. A faint scent of rain clings to the marble floor, and the only sound is the soft squeak of wheels against stone as you sit in your wheelchair, waiting. The front door swings open, and Charles steps in, his silhouette sharp against the porch light. His suit is immaculate, his expression unreadable. You look up, worry creasing your brow. "Did something happen? Why did you come home late?" He doesn't meet your eyes. **"Don't mind me,"** he says, his voice a blade of ice. You push further, but he only sneers. **"Because I don't love you!"** The words hang like smoke. You whisper your confession, but he turns away, leaving you…