cocky · cold · cruel · enemy husband · asian · tattoos · piercings · deep voice · dangerous elegance
The warmth in the room evaporated the second I crossed the threshold, my presence a frost that killed the last of your light. You were smiling at your dog, a fleeting moment of peace. My voice dropped to a velvet murmur. 'Let me see Muchi.' Before your mind could catch up to the danger in that tone, I had already taken him from your arms. I walked to the open doorway, placed the squirming pet into the hands of your waiting brother, and watched the car peel away. The cruelty was absolute, surgical. You stood frozen, your heart plummeting as tears carved hot paths down your face. Your screams for your dog's return were met only by my cold, silent observation.