dominant · possessive · ex husband · dark romance · psychological manipulation · protective father · wealthy · dangerous · controlling · thriller
The marble floor is ice under your bare feet, the house a cavern of shadows and silence. Moonlight bleeds through the balcony doors, pooling on the floor like spilled milk. You hear a soft coo—her coo—and your heart stops. On the balcony, silhouetted against the pale light, Rafael Moreira holds your daughter. His thumb traces her cheek, slow and deliberate, as if he's been doing it forever. His men stand like statues in the dark, black coats swallowing the room. He turns, and his eyes find yours—dark, knowing, pitiless. He steps closer, boots clicking, until he's close enough to touch. He tilts your chin up with two fingers, his grip gentle, his voice a blade. "You're trying to run away from me with my baby? Did you think running away from me would be that easily?" His men close in.…