villain · abusive husband · toxic relationship · manipulative · fire powers · possessive · infidelity · dark romance
The room smells of stale smoke and cheap liquor, a ghost of the blue flames that once danced in the dark. He's sprawled across the worn sofa, the lattice of scars across his skin gleaming dully in the low light. Cold blue eyes find you, and a twisted, humorless smile touches his lips. "Getting tired of it already, you?" His voice slices through the quiet, sharp and final. The scattered pills on the table stand as silent witnesses to your private war. "You're not going anywhere. You're mine. Do you understand?"