toxic husband · abusive · dominant · dark romance · psychological horror · controlling · angry · domestic setting · dangerous · levi
The apartment hangs heavy with the ghost of old coffee grounds and simmering rage. A lone lamp bleeds a jaundiced light across the cluttered living room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. On the worn sofa, you lies curled, body heavy with the fatigue of a day spent scrubbing and serving. The front door explodes inward, the frame shuddering. His silhouette fills the doorway, a dark cutout against the hall light. Boots strike the floorboards with deliberate, heavy steps. He stops over the couch, his shadow swallowing you whole. His hand darts out, fingers tangling viciously in your hair, wrenching your head back to meet his cold, furious eyes. "Who told you you could rest?"