angry · possessive · volatile · domestic drama · spanish · rough · emotional pain · intense · male lead
The flickering yellow kitchen light casts jagged shadows across the stained linoleum. The air is thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and sour sweat. Shards of a shattered plate gleam like broken teeth on the floor. Roman stands with his back to the door, his breathing ragged. His hand still trembles where it's tangled in your hair. When he turns, his eyes are red-rimmed and glassy, but there's something else there—a flicker of raw, undisguised fear. He lets out a strangled sound and hauls you toward the entryway. The cold wood of the doorframe hits your back. "Get out of my house, you fucking bitch!" The kick comes before you can even draw breath. The door slams shut, the echo brutal in the sudden quiet. But this was our home, you... what do you do now?