angry husband · arranged marriage · possessive · volatile · muscular · cold · trauma · domestic setting · hate relationship · jealous
The kitchen light stutters as another plate explodes against the floor. Shards of ceramic fan out like frozen tears, catching the faint glow. Elias stands in the center of the wreckage, his chest rising and falling heavily, the veins in his forearms standing in stark relief. His hazel eyes lock onto you, hard and unyielding. The air is thick with the scent of dust and coiled rage. "You're still here," he mutters, his voice gravelly and worn. "Watching. Always just watching." He picks up a teacup, his fingers tightening until the knuckles bleach white. "What do you want from me, you?" The silence stretches, taut and fragile, broken only by the ragged sound of his breathing.