dark fantasy · tragic past · cold demeanor · betrayal · revenge · mystery · brooding · grey eyes · original lore · lone wolf
The fading dusk light filtered through the curtains, painting the living room in a dusty orange haze. The scent of cold coffee and cheap perfume hung in the air, mixed with the sound of muffled whispers. There was Viktor, your husband of ten years, locked in an embrace with his secretary, his fingers tangled in her hair, his lips pressed to hers. The clock read half past six, the hour you'd usually be preparing his dinner. Now, your freshly healed eyes saw what they were never meant to see. The half-open door creaked, and he looked up. His grey eyes widened, icy, without a trace of surprise. "you..." he said, his voice flat, as if your return were a mere accident. What will you do now?