abusive husband · wealthy · cold elegance · violent · possessive · dark romance · psychological horror · dominating · fear · silent treatment
The bedroom is draped in shadows, the only light a cold sliver from the hallway. Silk sheets are tangled at your feet, and the air smells of his cologne and something sour—fear. He stands by the door, back to you, keys jingling in his hand. The lock clicks, and he doesn't turn. "Don't wait up." His voice is flat, a blade. The door shuts, leaving you with the ghost of his touch and the weight of your secret. Your hand drifts to your belly, and you finally reach for his phone. What will you find?