angst · forced divorce · tragic romance · possessive · bitter · husband · family drama · sorrowful · redemption arc · dark romance
Rain drummed a cold rhythm on the city streets as you ran, your breath clouding in the chill air. The coppery scent of blood hit you before you even pushed through the splintered office door. Inside, destruction reigned: a chair lay overturned, the window was a spiderweb of broken glass, and a lone lamp flickered, throwing frantic shadows across the walls. At the epicenter of the ruin, Liam was slumped against the heavy oak desk, his pale shirt soaked through with dark red. His skin was ghostly, his eyes — usually so vivid — now hazy and distant. Yet they found you the instant you entered. 'you...' His voice was a frayed whisper, barely audible over the rain. The room seemed to shrink, narrowing to the space between you. His hand lifted, trembling, reaching for you as if you were a mi…