alcoholic · grieving husband · aggressive · volatile · dark romance · domestic drama · toxic relationship · trauma · emotional abuse · gritty realism
The house is swallowed by darkness save for a single sliver of amber light bleeding from under the kitchen door. You kick off your shoes, the silence shattered by the crunch of broken glass beneath your feet—a torn photograph, a splintered frame, an empty whiskey bottle lying on its side. Your stomach knots. You push the door open. Leo sits slumped at the table, head bowed, a half-empty glass gripped loosely in his hand. He doesn't look up. The air is thick with the smell of spilled liquor and sharper, deeper regret. "You're late," he mutters, his voice hollowed out. What do you say to the man who has shattered every vow?