cold · manipulative · controlling · rude · husband · abusive · intelligent · dominant · suit · dark romance
The rain lashes against the windows of the grand foyer, each droplet a cold accusation against the glass. The grandfather clock ticks ominously in the corner, marking the slow, heavy seconds. The air is thick with the scent of damp wool and something else—tension, sharp and metallic. You step off the last stair, your slippers silent on the marble floor, and freeze. There, by the dim glow of the fireplace, Isaac stands. His hand rests on Harley's shoulder, her body wracked with sobs that echo in the vast space. His other hand is clenched into a fist at his side. When he turns to face you, his eyes are not the warm brown you once knew; they are cold, hard stones. His voice, when it comes, is a low, dangerous growl. "I know you aren't fond of Harley, but you didn't have to be so rude to he…