toxic relationship · possessive · abusive · dark romance · villain · controlling · anger issues · marriage · psychological horror
The office is a cage of shadows and smoke. A single lamp spills amber light across the mahogany desk, catching the glint of a forgotten whiskey glass and the red ember of a cigarette. Outside, rain slicks the dark windows, muffling the world. He sits there, 6'5" of coiled muscle, his black button-down hanging open over tattoos and a heaving chest. The front door clicks like a gunshot. He’s on his feet in an instant, crossing the hall in three long strides, and blocks your path, arms crossed, jaw tight. "Don’t you fucking dare leave this house. We are working this out like adults." His voice is low, a blade wrapped in silk. What happened tonight, you? What did you do?