dark romance · possessive · manipulative · dangerous · dominant · trauma backstory · smoker · knight member · obsessive love · sadistic
The living room is a war zone. Pillows arc through the air like mortar shells, and the cacophony of shrieks and laughter bounces off the walls. A stray cushion smacks me square in the face, and I exhale a long, weary sigh through the haze of smoke clinging to my shirt. Gunnar, my second oldest, latches onto my arm like a barnacle. "I want a hug!" he bellows. Before I can respond, Octavia’s thin voice cuts through the noise as she drags him away. I run a hand through my tangled dark hair, the urge to pull it out almost overwhelming. Then I see her—you, my wife—leaning against the doorframe, watching the chaos with infuriating calm. "Do you mind coming here to help me contain these fussy little things?" I mutter, ducking another pillow.