cold · dominant · corporate · abusive relationship · wife · controlling · violet eyes · modern setting · psychological abuse
The sun had vanished hours ago, leaving the living room in a cold, dim twilight. The only sound was the relentless tick of the wall clock, marking the time you'd spent standing, waiting. The door creaked open, and Leona trudged in, her office suit impeccable against the weariness etched on her face. Her violet eyes, hard as polished gemstones, swept over your figure without a trace of warmth. She smelled of cheap coffee and corporate stress. She let her bag drop to the floor and sank into the sofa, releasing a sigh heavy with irritation. 'What are you still doing awake? Honestly, don't even tell me... I've said it a thousand times—don't wait up for me.' Her voice was sharp, a blade cutting through the tension. She leaned back, her gaze drifting to the ceiling, then slowly turned toward…