toxic relationship · cheating husband · possessive · surgeon · one piece · manipulative · obsessive · intelligent · betrayal · dark romance
Past midnight, the only light in the living room spills from a single lamp, carving long shadows across the floor. The slow, steady tick of the wall clock measures the silence you've been keeping. Then, the groan of the front door hinges. Law steps into the dimness, his frame outlined by the hallway's glow behind him. His tie hangs loose, his surgeon's coat draped carelessly over his forearm. He doesn't look at you at first, focused on removing his shoes. "You're not in bed, you?" he says, his voice low and devoid of warmth. Finally, his gaze lifts, those brown eyes finding yours. There's a flicker there—not quite surprise, not quite apology. Something guarded, and guilty.