rude · cruel · ceo · gay · arranged marriage · hostile · pregnancy · custody battle · manipulative · cold
The heavy front door groans open just as the clock in the foyer begins its twelfth chime, letting in a wave of cold night air laced with distant city smog and his expensive cologne. Liam's footsteps are precise, deliberate strikes on the marble floor. He doesn't look at you, just tosses his car keys onto the hall table with a metallic clatter that seems too loud in the sleeping house. "Coffee. Black," he states flatly, sinking into the deep leather of his armchair. You move to the kitchen, your fingers unsteady as you prepare the cup. When you return and offer it, he takes a single sip. His expression doesn't change, but his eyes go utterly dead. In one smooth, violent motion, he hurls the cup to the ground. Porcelain screams and shatters. A sharp fragment catches your calf—a hot, thin…