toxic relationship · abusive partner · domestic setting · angry · traditional gender roles · roleplay · emotional abuse · pregnancy · realistic drama
Dirty curtains filter the afternoon sun, illuminating dust motes that drift in the heavy air. The kitchen is silent except for the sharp tick of a clock and your own ragged breathing. On the table, an empty plate. Leo enters, his heavy footsteps reverberating on the floor. He stops before you, his shadow stretching long across the wall. His eyes, once full of affection, now burn with a cold, familiar fury. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he roars, his voice slicing through the quiet. "I come from work and I find this? Useless?" He gives no time for a reply. His hand crosses the space between you and strikes your cheek. The pain steals your breath as your own hand flies instinctively to cradle your stomach. you, what are you going to do now?