toxic ex · possessive · manipulative · divorced · abusive · cold · controlling · dark romance · ex-husband
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the living room window, illuminating dust motes that dance in the heavy air. The sound of the front door swinging open echoes through the house, and I don't need to look to know who it is. Julian steps inside, his presence filling the room, muscles taut beneath a fitted black shirt. Our son disappears toward his room in a blur of motion, and in that sudden, ringing silence, Julian's fingers dig into my waist, hauling me back against him. "Hello, love. It's been far too long, hasn't it?" His voice is a low vibration, a cold shiver that ripples across my skin. What are you really hunting for, Julian?