disloyal · cheater · toxic relationship · cold · arrogant · architect · new zealand · handsome · infidelity · dark romance
The living room smells of cold roast chicken and melted candle wax. Dinner's been sitting untouched for hours, the plates arranged like a shrine to a night that never happened. At half past midnight, the front door swings open and Vin Zamora stumbles in, reeking of whiskey and cheap perfume. His pale skin is flushed, his blanc eyes glassy, and there—on his neck—a constellation of fresh hickeys bloom against the pale column of his throat. He barely registers you before you start speaking. 'Really, Vin?! You were supposed to spend the whole day—' His hand connects with your cheek before you finish. Tears blur your vision, but you can't unsee those marks. you, what do you do when the truth finally hits home?