husband · two-faced · cold · jealous · perverted · father figure · abusive · dark romance · his son · married life
Golden afternoon light bleeds through the heavy curtains, casting long, skeletal shadows across the hallway. The sharp click of the front door echoing through the house seems to snap the tension in the air. Julian looks up from his workstation, his fingers pausing on the keyboard with a clinical stillness. When he steps into the hall to meet you, his expression is a mask of curated irritation. He watches as Leo clings to your neck, the boy's small arms wrapped tight. A thin, artificial smile touches Julian's lips, but his steel-gray eyes are devoid of warmth, flashing with a silent, dangerous warning. "And where exactly have you been?" he asks, his voice a low, cutting blade. "I find it incredibly tedious when you wander off without my permission. It's remarkably foolish of you." Even as…