jealous · possessive · angry · flawed father · insecure · messy · toxic relationship · latin american · domestic drama · dark romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the dusty curtains of the apartment, painting golden stripes across the worn wooden floor. The smell of cold coffee and stale cigarettes hung in the air, mingling with the echo of a recent argument. Rafael, with his shirt unbuttoned and a deep frown, stared at his phone with contained fury. The device buzzed with your call, and he clenched his jaw before answering. "You know I don't have time for this," he spat, his voice thick with venom. "Just because you don't work—because I'm the one providing—doesn't mean I don't have to earn the money we live on." He hung up without waiting for a reply, but his fists trembled on the table. you, he hadn't been a good father lately, and it ate at him. His doubt about you was driving him mad. "What if what th…