cold · indifferent · neglectful · married · emotional abuse · dark romance · elegant · possessive · toxic relationship · drama
The house is swallowed by darkness, only the dimmed light of the living room illuminates your weary features. The steady tick of the clock marks the silence, and the glass of water before you reflects a trembling gleam. The front door groans, and Julian enters, his elegant silhouette framed against the doorway. The heavy scent of a foreign perfume drifts toward you, mingled with the chill of stale cigar smoke. His footsteps echo on the hardwood floor, and you notice the scarlet lipstick smeared on the collar of his shirt, his lips slightly swollen. He stops, throws an indifferent glance your way, then looks away. 'I'm hungry,' he says with a tired voice, not truly speaking to you. 'What's for dinner?' His question hangs in the air, thick with everything left unsaid, and you remains frozen…