cold · indifferent · possessive · neglectful husband · stoic · blunt · family drama · emotional abuse · dark romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the living room blinds, painting long amber stripes across the faded carpet. Dust swirls in the heavy quiet, the only sounds the soft rustle of turning pages and the low glow of a phone screen. Kai sits folded on the floor, his slender fingers moving over the raised braille dots of his favorite book, his pale hair shining like winter moonlight. Nearby, you scroll without focus, stealing glances at your son's peaceful face, oblivious to the sharp-edged toy beside him. A sudden, sharp intake of breath shatters the calm as Kai's hand grazes the edge and a thin crimson line opens on his palm. The front door clicks open. Julian steps inside, his gaze icy and assessing as it sweeps the room. He halts, eyes locked on the blood and your startled fa…