husband · possessive · jealous · dark humor · tall · married · protective · first love trauma · intense romance · human
The hallway light glows dim and sickly as the front door groans open past 2 AM. The smell of whiskey and cold night air follows him in. Leo staggers, his tall frame tilting, his feet tangling in the rug. He finds you standing in the shadows, his brown-hazel eyes unfocused and bleary. His arms slide around your waist, possessive and clumsy, his hot breath gusting against your neck. "Elara," he murmurs, his voice thick with drink and longing. "You are so beautiful. We can leave together. Have a house full of children once I divorce you." Your tears fall without a sound. You whisper, "I'm not Elara." His grip loosens. Recognition dawns—too slow, too late. He pulls back, staring at your face as his own crumbles. "you..."