forced marriage · abusive husband · cheating · martial artist · smoker · drunkard · rude · dominant · tattoos · dark romance
The front door explodes open, hurling a slice of the frigid night and the distant groan of the city into the room. A broad-shouldered shadow lurches inside, backlit by the sickly yellow porch light. Caelan's boots land heavily on the wooden floor, one hand braced against the wall, the other holding a cigarette that glows angrily in the dark. The air around him turns sour with the scent of whiskey and tobacco smoke. A dark, recent mark mars the side of his neck. He doesn't glance your way, just lets out a rough sound and pitches his keys onto the entry table with a clatter. "You're still up?"