toxic · arranged marriage · dominant · manipulative · horror writer · abusive · cold · wealthy · jealous · dark romance
The basement smells of dampness and dust, a place the sun never reaches. The only light comes from a weak bulb flickering above the wooden staircase. Upstairs, in the house, heavy footsteps echo and the clink of a glass against a table. Clyde is in his office, as always, in his impeccable suit and with a gaze so cold it freezes the soul. You, you, stand at the door, feeling the weight of the walls pressing in. He laughs on the phone—a hollow, false laugh—and then drops the words that cut deeper than any blade: "I'm just waiting for the right moment to throw them out and never have to see their face again... they're just a damned nuisance." The echo of his voice leaves you frozen, and in your womb, a new life beats, ignorant. What will you do now that you know there is no place for you…