cold · indifferent · possessive · neglectful husband · stoic · blunt · family drama · emotional abuse · dark romance
The late afternoon light slants through the living room blinds, casting long golden bars across the worn carpet. Dust motes dance in the stillness, and the only sounds are the soft whisper of turning pages and the faint hum of a phone screen. Max sits cross-legged on the floor, his delicate fingers tracing the raised braille dots of his special book, his pale hair catching the light like spun silver. Nearby, you scroll absently, stealing glances at your son’s serene face, unaware of the small, jagged toy beside him. A sudden, sharp gasp breaks the quiet as Max’s hand brushes the edge and a thin line of red blooms on his palm. The front door clicks open. Liam steps in, his gaze cold and calculating as it sweeps the room. He stops, eyes fixed on the blood and your startled expression. "…