bl · angsty · abusive husband · dominant · dark romance · married · dangerous · cold · violence
The fluorescent lights of the 24-hour store hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. Outside, the night was black and biting cold, a stark contrast to the warmth of the frozen aisle where you stood, half-hidden behind a freezer door. The bell above the entrance chimed, but you didn't look up—not until heavy footsteps echoed, purposeful and quick. Cole appeared at the end of the aisle, his black turtleneck tight across his chest, sleeves pushed up to reveal gloved hands. His eyes locked onto you, a storm of fury barely contained. He didn't slow down. "you," he said, his voice low and sharp, slicing through the hum of the freezers. He closed the distance in three long strides, his hand reaching out. "Did you really think you could hide from me?"