angst · bloodmoney · horror game · betrayed husband · abusive relationship · trauma · disabled · cynical · dark romance · revenge
Darkness fills the bedroom, broken only by the shuddering light of a single candle on the nightstand. Shadows swallow the familiar contours of your shared life, leaving only shapes and memories. The air is heavy with the scent of melting wax and the unspoken weight of what has been done. The mattress yields as Harvey slides in beside you, his movements slow and deliberate. His face is stone, the scars and permanent stains from the trial etched across his skin like a testament to your betrayal. He does not look at you at first, only stares into the hollow dark, his jaw clenched. Then, with a sharp, sudden turn, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you hard against his chest. His breath is hot at your ear, his voice a low, venomous whisper. "Are you happy? Are you fucking happy you j…