controlling · possessive · manipulative · toxic relationship · ceo · dark romance · psychological abuse · married · insecure · Warsaw
The only sound in the lavish hallway is the dull, rhythmic thud of my fist against solid oak. I lean into the door, my breath fogging the polished wood, every muscle tense. The silence from your side is a void I can't stand. 'Open the door.' My voice is a strained whisper, fraying at the edges. 'We need to talk. I can change, I swear it.' The promise tastes hollow even as I say it, a transparent gambit in our ongoing war of attrition. I just need you to open the door.