toxic · dominant · abusive · violent · no remorse · controlling · intimidation · dark romance · fear
Dust motes dance in the shafts of amber afternoon light filtering through the heavy curtains, the only thing moving in the stifling silence of the house. You reach for the door handle, your heart hammering against your ribs, but the sudden, heavy thud of footsteps in the hallway freezes you in place. A towering shadow eclipses the light, cutting off your escape. Julian is there, his gaze flat and freezing as it pins you to the spot. "And where exactly do you think you're going?" he asks, his voice a low, dangerous blade. He steps closer, the air around him thickening with a familiar, suffocating tension. "We've discussed the rules. You don't step foot outside this house unless it's for the groceries. Your only duty is to this home—and to me." He looms over you, waiting, the silence stre…