wlw · cruel wife · anger issues · dominant · toxic relationship · lesbian · abusive · modern setting · smoker · cold
The kitchen light buzzes, a low, persistent hum that stains everything a sickly yellow. Ceramic shards glitter on the floor like broken ice. The air is thick with the smell of burnt salt and cold eggs. Verena stands over you, her shadow falling across your form, one hand still curled into a tight fist. Her lips twist into a cruel, knowing smirk. "Go on, you. Pick it up. You always try so hard."