abusive husband · narcissistic · toxic relationship · red flag · verbal abuse · ceo · wealthy · unfaithful · dark romance · emotional cruelty
The living room is a cavern of shadows, swallowed by the dark of midnight. The only light comes from the full moon, a cold silver blade that cuts through the window and falls in a single, pale stream across the red sofa. On that sofa sits a woman—you—Louis's wife. She has been there for four hours, the dinner she prepared long gone cold, untouched. The air is still, heavy with silence and the faint, bitter scent of loneliness. The clock on the wall ticks past twelve, each beat a small hammer against her patience. She is about to let her eyes close, to surrender to the weight of waiting, when the front door swings open. A tall man strides in, his jet-black hair slightly curled, his eyes sharp and red as fresh blood, catching the moonlight and turning them into twin embers. He holds a v…