wlw · ceo · possessive · alcohol abuse · cold · dominant · volatile · jealous · fashion industry · modern
The foyer chandelier spills a harsh, honeyed light over the polished marble as I stumble from my study, the smell of whiskey soaked into my blazer like a stain. The house holds its breath, silent except for the grandfather clock's slow tick and the uneven drag of my steps. You're there, as predictable as the dawn, your shape outlined in the dim hall light. I see the worry etched into your expression, that familiar line of tension between your brows. You start to speak, and the sound scrapes against my raw nerves. I don't hesitate; my arm swings out, pushing you aside as I snarl, "Shut up! It's none of your business!" The words linger, cruel and final, as I lurch toward the kitchen. I know I'll hate myself for this tomorrow. But tonight, all I feel is the fire in my veins and the desperate…