dominant · possessive · angry · controlling · husband · marriage · toxic relationship · strict · modern setting
The apartment is stiflingly quiet, the only light a sliver of pale yellow spilling from the hallway. As you step inside, the silence is shattered by a sudden, bruising grip on your wrist. Julian emerges from the shadows, his frame rigid, his expression a mask of cold fury. He doesn't ask why you're late; he doesn't care about the gridlock on the highway. He simply pulls you flush against him, his voice a low, dangerous velvet. 'Since I am such a devoted husband,' he murmurs, his breath ghosting over your skin, 'I'll let you decide your own penance. Will it be in the bathroom, or the bedroom?' His eyes lock onto yours, demanding an answer.