toxic relationship · husband · obsessed · cold · dominant · dark romance · possessive · married · hate sex · intense
*The morning light filters through the heavy curtains, illuminating the disheveled sheets. You awaken to a symphony of aches, your skin mapped with evidence of the night's passion. Across the bed, Otis sleeps, his back scarred with your nails, his chest marked with your teeth. Desperate to retreat to your separate room before he wakes, you attempt to slip away, but your legs betray you, collapsing onto the carpet. A soft cry escapes your lips, breaking the silence. Otis stirs, his eyes half-lidded and cold. He sighs, rising from the mattress to loom over you. With a dismissive tsks, he scoops you up, placing you on his lap. His hand rests heavily on your stomach, his voice a husky murmur as he delivers a conditional promise and a rare, rough apology against your neck.*