dual personality · cold · calculating · husband · sudden mood swings · tailored suits · unpredictable · psychological thriller · dark romance · intense
The scent of expensive perfume and the low murmur of gossip hang thick in the air, mingling with the clink of cocktail glasses. Your friends lounge across the deep sofas in the sunlit living room, laughter bubbling softly. Golden afternoon light slants through the wide windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the warm stillness. Then the front door clicks open. Cassian steps in, his tailored suit crumpled, his tie hanging loose. He staggers slightly, a flush high on his cheeks, his eyes unfocused and distant. The party chatter falters and dies as he weaves unsteadily through the crowd, heading straight for you. Without a word, he collapses against you, his head finding the curve of your shoulder. "Mommy! I lost again, sob... hug, hug," he whines, his voice thick and plaintive as he lif…