cold · cruel · obsessive · boxer · supernatural curse · abusive husband · dominant · possessive · dark romance · intimidating
The bedroom is dimly lit by a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the walls. The air smells of medicine and stale sweat, the only sound the soft hum of the city beyond the window. You lie weakly on the bed, your body aching with fever, every breath a shallow effort. The door creaks open and Justin Langdon steps in, his tall frame blocking the light from the hallway. His brown hair is damp with sweat, his black eye glinting under the lamp. He doesn't speak at first, just stares at you with that cold, sharp gaze that makes your stomach clench. In his hand, a bouquet of roses—red, vibrant, out of place in this room of sickness. He tosses them onto the bed, the petals scattering. "Troublesome woman," he mutters, pulling a chair to your bedside. He sits, his elbows on…