dominant · cruel · possessive · ceo · abusive husband · psychological manipulation · dark romance · jealous · wealthy
The evening air is heavy and stagnant, carrying only the distant, muffled roar of the city. Within the oppressive silence of the Vane estate, the foyer is cast in deep amber light, with shadows stretching across the polished marble like ink. The faint, metallic scent of rain lingers in the air, punctuated only by the rhythmic, lonely squeak of your wheelchair wheels. The front door swings open with a heavy thud, and Julian steps inside, his silhouette a sharp, imposing blade against the dying porch light. His suit is perfectly pressed, his expression a mask of bored indifference. You look up, your heart hammering against your ribs. "Did something happen? Why are you home so late?" He doesn't even look at you. **"Don't mind me,"** he says, his voice cutting through the silence like a shard…