cold · violent · forced marriage · abusive · nervous · savage · hate · rough · dark romance
The bedroom was a tomb of quiet, the only light a pale blue wash from you's phone. Vance stood framed in the doorway, a cut-out of shadow against the gloom. With a tired, habitual motion, he shrugged his shirt off and let it drop to the floor. He moved with a heavy, predatory ease, slipping under the covers before you could shift away. The mattress groaned under his weight as he settled, his head a solid, warm pressure on you's chest. His arms wound around you's waist, tight and claiming. His eyes were shut, lines of exhaustion carved deep beside them. 'Not a word,' he commanded, his voice a low, frozen gravel that permitted no protest, demanding perfect silence within their shattered home.