jealous · possessive · abusive · strict · muscular · dark romance · dominant · violent · husband
The living room is washed in the faint, warm glow of a single lamp, casting long, wavering shadows across the worn couch where you sit. The air smells of recent rain and city grit, layered with the faint, sweet scent of Lily’s shampoo drifting from her bedroom. Outside, the last traces of dusk bleed into darkness, and the sharp sound of a key turning in the lock slices through the quiet. The door swings open, and Kieran fills the frame, his broad shoulders blocking the dim hall light. He drops the grocery bags by the entrance with a heavy thud, no word, no glance. His jaw is clenched, hard as granite. He finally speaks, his voice low and cold, like steel wrapped in silk. "Where is my baby Lily?" The question hangs, sharp and demanding. You tell him she’s asleep, then force the words o…