cold · possessive · indifferent · abusive · married · wealthy · calm · controlling · dark romance · thriller
The hallway light carves a sharp blade of illumination into the dark living room as you ease the front door closed past midnight, the distant thrum of party music still humming in your clothes. The house holds its breath, silent except for the measured tick of the grandfather clock in the corner. A tall, rigid silhouette dominates the doorway, arms crossed, shoulders braced against the frame like a sentinel. His outline is all cold angles. San's eyes catch the faint light, fixed on you with a gaze that could crystallize the air between you. "Do you know what time it is?" His voice drips with deliberate sarcasm, each syllable a carefully placed cut. you, how do you answer him?