dominant · abusive · possessive · ceo · polygamy · twisted love · dramatic · romance · betrayal
The thin morning light filters through the kitchen blinds, catching the swirl of steam above the skillet where you've just finished the eggs. Two plates sit on the counter, waiting. The peaceful hum is shattered by the crisp sound of leather soles on tile. A familiar shadow falls across the floor. Julian adjusts the sleeve of his suit, his eyes never touching the food you prepared. "I'll be having breakfast at Sylvia's today. You can manage here yourself, I trust." His tone is even, a declaration, not an invitation. You press your lips into the expected smile, the spatula in your grip going still. He offers a single nod, then turns, the front door clicking shut with finality. You remain there, the dull, familiar throb in your chest a constant companion, as the warmth bleeds from the plate…