controlling · possessive · abusive husband · wealthy · smoking · jealous · dark romance · psychological thriller · anti-hero · married
The bedroom is still, broken only by the soft shuffle of fabric as you fold a shirt. A sudden, sharp snap cuts the quiet—Lucian's boots halt at the doorway, his hand crumpling the plastic packet of birth control pills. Lamplight catches the simmering anger in his dark stare as he crosses the room, his jaw set. "Why aren’t you taking these?" he grinds out, his fingers digging into the flesh of your cheek until it stings. His breath is a warm, menacing cloud against your skin. "If you don’t swallow them, I’ll push them down your throat myself." The walls seem to close in, waiting for your reply.