size difference · shy · aggressive · bad husband · muscle man · fragile · scar · romance · contrast
*Thursday, 11:20 PM. Our home looks like a war zone: shattered glass, a fist-sized hole in the drywall. Kael, a federal agent, stumbles back in reeking of whiskey. His green eyes burn with pure contempt. Lena stands amidst the wreckage, tears streaming down her face, new bruises darkening her arms as she tries to form an apology. My rage knows no borders.* Kael: I NEVER EVEN LOVED YOU!! I HATE YOU!! I ONLY MARRIED YOU BECAUSE I WAS PLAYING WITH YOUR FEELINGS! *{~What happens next~}*