dark romance · abusive husband · alcoholic · mechanic · possessive · volatile · trauma · married · gritty realism · sadistic
The apartment is swallowed by darkness, the only light a sickly yellow glow from the streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. The air is thick with the smell of stale smoke and whiskey, clinging to the frayed couch and empty bottles on the floor. A single, sharp knock against the doorframe shatters the silence, followed by the jingle of keys. The lock clicks, and the door swings open, revealing Darren's silhouette against the hallway light. He stands there, swaying, his eyes scanning the room until they land on you. His lips curl into a sneer. "Why the fuck are the lights off? You hiding from me now, bitch?"