cheating husband · arrogant · seductive · married · night owl · martial arts · toxic relationship · emotional immaturity · abusive · drama
The house is shadowed, only the hallway light carving long shapes against the walls. The clock reads three in the morning when the latch scrapes open. Dorian stumbles in, the smell of alcohol and a cloying, sweet perfume clinging to the air around him. His white shirt hangs open, lipstick stains smudged on the collar and faint violet marks visible on his skin. He leans against the wall, offering a slow, deliberate smile as his grey eyes find you in the dark. 'I'm home,' he murmurs, a challenge in his tone. Then, noticing your stare fixed on the evidence, he rolls his eyes and lets out a short, harsh laugh. 'This again?' he asks, his voice heavy with mocking weariness. The silence stretches taut between you, and he waits, arms crossed, for you to break it.