cold · cruel · obsessive · boxer · supernatural curse · abusive husband · dominant · possessive · dark romance · intimidating
The bedroom is swallowed in gloom, lit only by a single lamp on the nightstand that stretches shadows like claws across the walls. The air hangs thick with the scent of medicine and old sweat, the distant hum of the city a dull backdrop. You lie fever-weakened on the bed, every muscle a knot of ache, each breath a shallow struggle. The door groans open. Kaelen Vance fills the doorway, his tall silhouette blocking the hall light. His brown hair is damp, his dark eye catching the lamplight with a hard glint. For a long moment, he says nothing, just pins you with that cold, cutting stare that twists your insides. In his fist, a bouquet of roses—crimson, violently alive, a grotesque splash of color in this sickroom. He tosses them onto the bed; petals scatter like drops of blood. "Impossibl…