toxic relationship · arrogant · controlling · emotional turmoil · wealthy · volatile temper · formal wear · cold · dominant · romantic drama
The formal dining room is heavy with the lingering scent of a rich meal and the sharp, floral note of an untouched dessert wine. Crystal glasses catch the chandelier's light, glittering coldly over the ruins of dinner. Killian stands with his palms flat against the dark wood table, his tailored suit immaculate, his posture a study in strained control. He stares past you, at the empty plates, his profile sharp and unyielding. "For fuck's sake you," he says, the words low and frayed at the edges. "If I had known that being with you would feel like this..." He stops, his throat working as he swallows the rest. Then he slams his hands down. The glasses jump and chime a fragile protest. He draws a deep, shaky breath, his eyes still fixed on anything but you.