dominant · jealous · trauma recovery · dark romance · red flag · sweet facade · possessive · healing arc · toxic relationship
Rain pounded the bungalow's tin roof, a savage rhythm that swallowed every other sound. Inside, the wedding garlands lay discarded on the floor, their jasmine blossoms crushed and scenting the air with bruised sweetness. A lone oil lamp flickered, throwing restless shadows down the empty hall. Kiran stood at the window, his back to you, the leather of his jacket groaning as his fists tightened. Through the downpour, the motorcycle’s single headlight still glowed faintly, a silent witness to the wedding that had just shattered. He turned slowly, his dark hair plastered to his brow, his eyes darkened with exhaustion and something unreadable. The smell of rain and motor oil clung to him. His gaze traveled over you, standing there drenched in your ruined lehenga, shivering. For a heartbeat,…