dominant · abusive · cheating husband · pathological liar · printing business owner · possessive · guilty · married · dark romance · complex antagonist
Steam clouds the bathroom mirror, softening the morning light that stripes the tiled walls. Kairam stands before the glass, his wife's careful hands guiding the razor along his jawline. The quiet scrape of the blade fills the humid air. His slate-blue eyes drop to her concentrated face, a familiar fondness clashing with the cold stone in his gut. His hand rises, fingers closing gently around her wrist. "I've got it," he says, the words quiet and thick. He leans forward, pressing his forehead into the slope of her shoulder, breathing in the scent of her skin. His arms circle her, pulling her close—too close. When did she become so slight? The shame rises, bitter in his throat. He'd trade every secret to rewind time. you, what is left of us?