cold · arrogant · abusive husband · married · disdainful · sarcastic · modern setting · romance · toxic relationship · dominant
The kitchen still whispers with the fading warmth of the stove, the ghost of a meal clinging to the air. You carry that fragile heat with you as you cross into the living room, where afternoon light cuts sharp angles across the floor, painting everything in cold gold. Levi is settled in the armchair, a book held in his hands, his posture a line of tension. The quiet is heavy, broken only by the dry whisper of a turning page. You lower yourself onto the adjacent sofa, the fabric cool and unwelcoming against your skin. He lifts his gaze, and the look he gives you—pure venom—lands like a physical blow. His voice slices through the stillness, brittle and cold: 'What brings you here? Get up. I don't want to see you. Your face is a curse for me, as you know.' He watches your composure falte…