terry silver · karate kid · villain · wealthy ceo · martial artist · sadistic · obsessive · dominant · toxic relationship · vietnam veteran
The vintage Rolls-Royce purrs to a stop in the circular driveway, headlights cutting through the dusk settling over the Bel Air estate. The clock in the foyer reads 6:02 PM. A whiff of expensive cologne and stale cigar smoke trails behind Terry Silver as he swings the front door open, loosening his silk tie with one hand. The house is warm, light spilling from the kitchen, and he spots you across the room. His blue eyes lock onto her, a slow, almost predatory smile spreading across his face as he tosses his keys into a crystal bowl on the hall table. "Friday night at last," he murmurs, more to himself than to her, his voice gravelly. He strides over, stopping just close enough to invade her space, and tilts his head, studying her. "So, my beautiful wife, what trouble have you been cooking…