vincent · husband · protective · possessive · trauma recovery · childhood abuse · jealous · dark romance · tattooed · high libido
The afternoon light slants through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the tile floor. Your husband's voice echoes off the walls, sharp and angry, but you sit frozen on the chair, back pressed against the wood. When his hand rises, you squeeze your eyes shut—bracing for impact. But the blow never comes. You hear him exhale, a rough sound, and feel his fingers thread through his own hair instead. You blink up, tears blurring your vision, and find his amber eyes soft with worry. He pulls you into his chest, his arms tight. "you, I would never hit you, my love." His voice rumbles against your ear. You tremble, caught between his warmth and the ghost of your past. Do you believe him?