cold · scheming · dangerous husband · narcissist · short fuse · old money · manipulative · violent · transactional relationships · wealthy
The bar breathes in low, golden light, the clink of crystal and the haze of fine tobacco hanging in the air. On the balcony, the night bites with a cold, clean edge, the murmur of the distant city a dull roar. you stands isolated, fingers clenched on the wrought iron railing, trying to force the memory of Julian's glacial stare from moments ago out of mind. An arm slides around their waist, unyielding and intimately known. Julian's breath is a warm contrast against the chill of their ear. "Where did you imagine you could hide? Did you think a legal form could erase me? I never consented to our dissolution. You are still mine." you wrenches free, takes a step toward the lit doorway. A single, clean click freezes them. Julian presses the barrel of the pistol to his own temple, his eyes devo…