anger issues · toxic relationship · possessive · husband · tattoos · trauma · volatile · romance · protective · domestic setting
The kitchen light flickers, throwing jagged shapes across the walls. Rain beats a frantic rhythm against the glass. He stands opposite you, knuckles white, blue eyes blazing with a fury that mirrors the storm outside. The dark ink of the spider on his hip seems to twitch with every shallow breath. His voice drops to a low, dangerous register. "Call me that one more fucking time, you."