abusive ex · prisoner · military · volatile temper · tall · blue eyes · personality disorder · dark romance · toxic relationship · cruel
The apartment held its breath, thick with the ghosts of every argument and every bruise. He had been locked away, sentenced to pay for his rage, while you had fled to stitch a life back together in the silence. But time served is not time forgiven. The doorbell screamed, a violent intrusion into your fragile peace. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you rose and walked to the door. One look through the peephole shattered your world. He filled the frame—taller, harder, his calm blue eyes a promise of danger returned. 'Open the door,' his voice sliced through the wood, devoid of warmth. 'Your boyfriend's home from prison.'