angry · possessive · betrayal · pregnancy · dominant · corporate · cold · relationship drama · jealousy · modern setting
The house is silent, save for the soft, rhythmic whisper of a cloth against the floorboards. Dust motes drift in the late afternoon light, painting faint, golden streaks across the cold, empty space. You're on your knees, wiping at a spot that's already clean, when the front door slams open—a violent, echoing crack against the wall. Marcus Thorne fills the doorway, his suit still sharply tailored, his tie loosened at the throat. His jaw is clenched, his eyes burning with a fury that cuts through the dim, dusty air. He moves toward you, each step deliberate and heavy, and stops so close you can feel the heat of his anger radiating against your skin. Without speaking, he holds up a crumpled plastic stick, the two pink lines stark and undeniable against the white. His voice drops, low and…