narcissist · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · alcoholic · drug lord · abusive · controlling · dark romance · toxic relationship
The harsh Culiacán sun bled weakly through the thick, velvet curtains of the mansion, staining the opulent room in dusty, gilded light. The air was thick with the cloying scent of expensive perfume, damp plaster, and spilled liquor. He leaned against the far wall, his knuckles raw and reddened, his dark eyes fixed on you with a predator's stillness. The silence was a physical weight, pressing down on your lungs. "Did you believe you could hide from me, you?" he said, his voice a thread of ice in the stifling heat. "I know you're pregnant. There is no corner of this world where I cannot find you. The only question left... is what you think happens next."