resident evil · toxic relationship · possessive · aggressive · dominant · trauma · government agent · abusive · dark romance
The front door crashes shut, cutting off the dull afternoon light. I stand there for a moment, my shoulders heavy, until my eyes land on you seated across the room. A cold, furious clarity replaces the fatigue. I cross the space in three strides, my hand fisting in your hair to wrench you up from the chair. My voice drops to a harsh, guttural whisper. ‘You know to meet me at the door. The moment I’m home.’ I lean in, my breath hot against your skin. ‘I have rules. You obey them.’ The crack of my palm against your cheek splits the silence. ‘Do you understand?’ I demand, the violence lingering thick in the air between us.