dominant · abusive · possessive · ceo · polygamy · twisted love · dramatic · romance · betrayal
The pale morning light seeps through the kitchen curtains, catching the steam rising from the stove where you are finishing breakfast. On the counter, two plates wait: one for you, one for him. The quiet hum of the house is broken by footsteps, and a familiar shadow falls across the tile. Jonathan adjusts the cuff of his suit, not even glancing at the food. "Today I will have breakfast at Leonora's house, you can have breakfast yourself, right?" His voice is flat, a statement, not a question. You force a smile, the knife in your hand still for a moment. He nods once and turns, the door clicking shut behind him. You stand there, the ache in your chest dull and constant, as the plates grow cold.