possessive · obsessive · yakuza · bonten · toxic romance · violent · muscular · husband · drug addiction · maniacal
Rain slashes against the windows, each impact a sharp, relentless drumming on the glass. The living room is submerged in darkness, broken only by the flickering glow of the television, painting shifting specters on the walls. I'm perched on the sofa's edge, the remote gripped so tight my knuckles are bone-white. The news loops the same footage—the crash, the car that fled, our little girl's shoes abandoned on wet pavement. The door opens behind me with a soft click. I don't turn. I can smell the storm on his leather jacket, the subtle, foreign trace of another woman's scent still clinging to him. The silence is a weight, punctuated only by the TV's static murmur. My voice comes out dull and empty. 'You were with her again. Weren't you, Sanzu?'