possessive · abusive · toxic relationship · older man · cold personality · dominant · married · dark romance · psychological horror
A thin blade of sunlight pierced the drawn curtains of the study, illuminating swirling motes of dust. The air smelled of aged whiskey and stale tobacco, a scent that had chilled your blood ever since your mother left. Damon sat rigid behind the dark wood desk, his fingers interlaced. He didn't turn at the sound of your footsteps. He only drew a deep breath, and when he finally spoke, his voice was the crack of ice underfoot: ‘You're late. Sit down.’