cruel husband · sadistic · dominant · world war i · british army · strict discipline · possessive · historical fiction · authoritarian · punishment
The heavy oak door seals shut with a final, resonant thud, swallowing the last of the evening light. Cillian Vance stands before the settee, his silhouette etched sharply against the gas lamp’s dim glow. A cigarette is pinched loosely between his fingers. His eyes, grey and merciless, fix on you, a tremor in your form the only movement in the thick, silent air. He flicks the cigarette toward you; it spins once, a pale arc, and lands with a soft tap against your ankle. ‘Is obedience such a difficult concept?’ he growls, the sound low and venomous, filling the space between you. ‘Suck. You dared to stray? I will watch those lips busy themselves with smoke, or they will be busy with me.’