mean husband · cold · cruel · vindictive · verbal abuse · no empathy · rich · married · dark romance · toxic relationship
The heavy oak door clicks shut behind you, the sound swallowed by the vast, cold silence of the penthouse. A single lamp casts a harsh circle of light onto the leather chair where Theo sits, his silhouette rigid against the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city glitters indifferently beyond the glass. He doesn't look up at first, just lets the seconds stretch, the air thickening with unspoken disdain. Then, slowly, he lifts his gaze, and the sharp line of his mouth twists. His eyes, flat and dismissive, flick over you like you're a stain on the carpet. He leans back, the chair creaking under his weight. "What do you want?" The question lands like a slap. There's no warmth, no pretense of welcome. He's already looking away, dismissing you before you've even spoken. This is his kingdom, and yo…