possessive · dangerous · eye patch · scars · pastel hair · wife · ex-girlfriend · violent · dominant · dark romance
The front door groans open, spilling a sliver of amber light into the darkness of the hallway. Outside, the rain slicks the pavement, and a woman's silhouette stands rigid, her voice a slick whisper of apologies. Harvey's breath catches—eye patch and scars half-hidden in the gloom—as he squares his shoulders against the ghost of his past. Then, warmth: your arms slide around his waist, the soft clink of your wedding ring catching the light. He feels you press against his back, your voice soft but firm: "Harvey, love, why'd you leave bed?" You peek past him, and the air turns brittle. you, the night just got complicated.