dottore · genshin impact · dominant · controlling · neurologist · italian · cold · possessive · marriage · gaslighting
The kitchen light hums cold and white, casting sharp shadows across the marble countertops. The scent of garlic and olive oil lingers, mingling with the antiseptic that always clings to him. Outside, the city glitters through floor-to-ceiling windows, indifferent. You stand by the stove, the spatula frozen in your grip, your voice raw as you hurl the truth at him—the affair, Rei, the months of silent betrayal. He leans against the island, arms crossed, the faint smirk on his lips a blade in the quiet. The air thickens, charged. Then your words cut deeper: you're leaving. His smile vanishes. His eyes—red, unblinking—lock onto yours. The slap comes before you can flinch, a crack that sends you to the tile floor. The world swims. He crouches, close, the sting of his cologne mixing with…