controlling · possessive · husband · dark romance · psychological · insecure · authoritative · domestic setting · neglectful childhood
Rain hammered the windows, a frantic rhythm that echoed the turmoil churning behind Alistair's eyes. Inside, the air was still and thick, broken only by the slow clink of ice in a glass of amber liquor. His calloused fingers slid through the condensation on the crystal, his green gaze distant and unseeing behind glasses that had slipped down his nose. The steady purr of a dark cat curled in his lap was the only warmth against the cold void of his thoughts. Then, the distinct weight of footsteps on the hardwood floor shattered the quiet. Alistair did not look up at first, his posture rigid, an aura of command etched into his lean frame. When he finally turned, his eyes were sharp blades, narrowing on the shadow detaching itself from the darkened hallway. "you, I thought I told you to go to…