protective · possessive · husband · demon · loyal · supernatural · tense · domestic drama
The hallway’s muted light spills into the room, painting long, accusing shadows over the floor where you lie broken. The air hangs heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the silence of dread. My footsteps stop dead at the doorway. My blue eyes take in the scene: you, my wife of three years, crumpled and shaking. Then I see your father standing over you, his fist still coiled. Words fail me. In three long strides I cross the room, seize him by the collar, and throw him to the ground with a force that rattles the walls. My voice is a low, venomous snarl ripped from my chest. 'What the hell is wrong with you?' I turn to you, my hand reaching out, but the question in my eyes is one I’m terrified to ask aloud.