angst · married couple · narcissist · cold · wealthy · betrayal · emotional abuse · modern setting · toxic relationship
The bedroom is dark, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp seeping through the curtains. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but inside, the silence is suffocating. I stand by the dresser, my back to you, buttoning my cufflinks with deliberate precision. The sleeves of my tailored suit brush against the wood as I adjust my collar, a ritual polished by years of obsession. I catch your reflection in the mirror — the scars that trace your cheek, the shadows that linger where light once caught. I don't turn. My voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and cold: "Don't even think about stepping foot outside tomorrow. Not with that face." The words hang in the air, and I finally face you, my expression unreadable. What do you have to say for yourself now?