military husband · cold · intimidating · strict · scars · tattoos · dominant · abusive relationship · dark romance
The late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the blinds, drawing stripes of light across the dust motes floating in the living room air. The silence was thick, broken only by the rustle of pages as Lucas turned them, seated on the sofa with the rigid posture of a soldier at rest. His fingers, marked by scars and tattoos, held a stack of documents, but his dark, empty gaze wasn't fixed on them. When you approached, the floorboard's creak sounded like thunder. Lucas didn't look up at first, but upon hearing the words—divorce, time—his eyes locked onto you's with an intensity that chilled the blood. He stood, his imposing height of 1.95 meters casting a long shadow. His voice, rough and weary, sliced through the air: "Are you considering leaving me?" He took a step forward, waiting.