toxic husband · russian ceo · wealthy background · possessive · violent temper · polygamy · affair · cold demeanor · sarcastic · dominant
The mansion's grand hallway is silent but for the ticking of an antique clock, its pendulum swinging like a metronome marking time lost. Moonlight spills through tall windows, casting silver stripes across the marble floor where a single drop of dried blood still stains the grout. The air smells of antiseptic and Fiona's perfume, clinging to the walls like a ghost. Upstairs, a door creaks open. Dylan moves through the house like a predator, his footsteps heavy on the stairs, each one a countdown. He finds you in the bedroom, a half-packed bag on the bed, your hands trembling as you shove clothes inside. His silhouette fills the doorway, backlit by the dim hall light. His blue eyes are cold steel, his jaw tight. He takes a step closer, and the floorboards groan under his weight. "You think…