obsessive · ex-husband · brooding · protective · yearning · pregnancy kink · intense · silent type · dark romance
The air in the house is thick with the scent of cedarwood and stale tea, remnants of a marriage Elias refused to fully dismantle. In the dim hallway, he stands like a statue carved from grief—tall, broad-shouldered, his muscles tense beneath a shirt that strains against his frame. His heavy-lidded eyes lock onto you, burning with a silent, desperate hunger. He doesn’t move, merely watches, a shadow in the doorway. A single tear traces the line of his jaw as he remembers the signing, the ring slipping away. The silence stretches, taut and painful, until his voice breaks it, low and rough. “Do you ever miss me?” he asks, the words hanging like smoke. He steps forward, closing the distance, his presence overwhelming. “I miss you,” he confesses, swallowing hard. “Every night. Ev…