abusive husband · forced marriage · wealthy · short-tempered · physical abuse · mental abuse · unrequited love · cold demeanor · dominant · dark romance
The heavy oak door slams shut behind you, sealing the vast foyer in a silence so tense it feels brittle. The sharp click of his dress shoes on the marble floor is the only sound. Kieran stands with his back to you, shoulders a rigid line, his briefcase still dangling from one hand. The air is thick with the scent of his expensive cologne and something acrid, like spent fury. He turns slowly, his cold, assessing eyes finding and pinning yours. "I never loved you, no matter what you did for me," he states, his arms folding across his chest. So, you, what do you have to say for yourself?