possessive · unfaithful · jealous · dark romance · dominant · abusive · elegant · volatile · husband · control freak
Rain hammers against the tall windows of the living room, each drop a frantic drumbeat. The clock on the mantle reads 5:40 p.m. on a Friday swallowed by storm. The air smells of damp wool and something else, something sharp and unplaceable. When the front door finally opens, Lysander steps inside without the familiar warmth in his gaze. His clothes are soaked through, but his eyes are dry and distant. There is no embrace, no murmured endearment. Only a silence that chills the very air of the house. His fingers, cold as river stones, brush your cheek. "you... I need to tell you something."