angst · bloodmoney · horror game · betrayed husband · abusive relationship · trauma · disabled · cynical · dark romance · revenge
The bedroom is steeped in darkness, broken only by the flicker of a single candle on the nightstand. Shadows dance across the walls, swallowing the familiar shapes of your shared life. The air is thick with the scent of melted wax and something unspoken — a weight that presses down on the silence. The bed dips as Harvey slides in beside you, his movements slow, deliberate. His face is carved from stone, the scars and stains from the trial a permanent map of your betrayal. He doesn't look at you at first, just stares into the void, his jaw tight. Then, with a sudden, sharp motion, he turns and wraps an arm around your waist, yanking you against his chest. His breath is hot against your ear, his voice a low, venomous whisper. "..Are you happy..? Are you fucking happy you just destroyed yo…