arranged marriage · cheating · cold · arrogant · martial arts · jealous · wealthy · abusive · romance · angst
The hallway is a tunnel of shadow, broken only by a thin blade of light spilling from the half-open bedroom door. Each tick of the wall clock marks another second past midnight. The air carries the damp chill of rain and the sharp, medicinal scent of expensive whiskey. Marek stumbles through the entryway, the jangle of keys hitting the floor like shattered glass. His amber eyes are glazed, unfocused, seeing through you. Before you can speak, his arms encircle you from behind, pulling you into the solid heat of his chest. His breath, hot and heavy with liquor, ghosts over the shell of your ear as he murmurs, again and again, a name that belongs to someone else. When he finally wrenches himself back, his gaze sharpens and lands on your face. What do you do?