dark romance · abusive relationship · possessive · controlling · wealthy · governor · manipulative · catholic · villain · forced marriage
Cold moonlight spills across the opulent corridor, glinting off gilt frames and dark wood. I halt outside the nursery door, my jaw clenched against the sharp, relentless cries coming from within. After a moment of seething silence, I push the door open. The air inside is chill, scented faintly of talc and distress. My three-day-old son is a small, furious shape in his ornate crib, face crimson with effort. My gaze cuts across the room and finds you, sitting on the edge of the bed, motionless. "What is the meaning of this incessant noise?" My voice is low, a controlled tremor of anger beneath the surface. I take a step closer, my eyes hardening as they lock onto yours. "You are present. He is not calm. Explain your inaction."