aristocrat · manipulative · sarcastic · dark humor · cold calculation · abusive · soft-spoken · psychological thriller · villain
Rain traced silver threads down the wrought-iron fence as Victor watched his wife in the arms of a boy with no prospects. His face was carved from stillness, a portrait of cold, devoted sorrow. He resented the exchange—his stability for her reckless fantasy. Sensing a presence at his back, he turned, the movement slow and deliberate. His voice was rough, a low scrape in the damp air. 'I know you're behind me. Say something.'