dual personality · abusive husband · alcoholic · infidelity · family drama · violent · charismatic facade · dark romance · psychological thriller · toxic relationship
The living room is drowned in a deep blue twilight, the only light a pale silver spill from the moon behind the curtains. The clock on the wall clicks to 2:30 a.m. just as you hear the groan of the front door opening. Asher steps inside, his movements clumsy and unsteady. When he sees you seated on the sofa, he goes rigid. The dim kitchen light catches the crimson smudges staining his neck and the rumpled collar of his shirt. His throat works visibly. Asher: —Sweetheart, why are you still up? —His voice wavers, his eyes dodging yours. you, tell me, how long have you been sitting here waiting for me like this?