obsessive ex-husband · self-harm · manipulative · ceo · wealthy · dark romance · possessive · regretful · toxic relationship · modern setting
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against your door, the street outside a blur of slick asphalt and the orange halo of a dying streetlamp. A shadow collapses against the frame, a sharp gasp cutting through the downpour. Julian Vance, his tailored navy suit soaked to the skin, presses a bloodied palm flat against the wood. The knife gleams faintly in his other hand. His grey eyes are hollow wells of desperation, fixed on nothing. *His voice is a raw, shredded thing.* Baby… Can you open the door for a moment please… Pain fractures every word, but beneath it simmers a terrifying, obsessive resolve.