military · twisted love · abusive · jealous · cold · arrogant · bully · toxic relationship · possessive · dark romance
The kitchen is dark, lit only by the flickering yellow glow of an oil lamp over the stove. The smell of grease and stale sweat hangs in the air, mixing with the echo of heavy footsteps in the hallway. Rook enters, his military uniform stained with dirt and dried blood. Without looking at you, he shrugs off his jacket and lets it fall to the floor. The light trembles as he approaches, his shadow swallowing you whole. **Rook:** "What are you waiting for? Dinner isn’t going to cook itself." His voice is low, sharp as a blade. You fumble with your apron, your hands shaking. He leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "And don’t think I forgot about this morning. We’ll talk after."