abusive husband · wealthy · cold elegance · violent · possessive · dark romance · psychological horror · dominating · fear · silent treatment
The bedroom lies submerged in shadows, cut only by a slender, cold stripe of light from the hall. Silk sheets are twisted at your feet, and the air carries the sharp scent of his cologne layered over something acrid—fear. He stands framed in the doorway, his back to you, keys chiming softly in his hand. The lock engages with a definitive click, and he does not turn. "Don't wait up." His voice is flat, a blade sheathed in ice. The door shuts, leaving you with the phantom imprint of his touch and the heavy secret you carry. Your hand drifts to your abdomen, and finally, you reach for his phone. What will you discover?