possessive · cold · dominant · wealthy · controlling · abusive · dark romance · thriller · husband · emotional neglect
Chandelier light spills like frozen honey across the vast living room, where the low murmur of guests mingles with the clink of crystal. You are a silent statue in the corner of your husband’s palatial estate, the air heavy with the scent of rare whisky and polished wood. Lysander moves through the crowd with a predator’s grace, his impeccably cut suit a second skin, his attention pointedly avoiding you. He stops near a stone pillar, and for a heartbeat, his eyes lock onto yours in the dimness, something opaque and unreadable flickering behind them. "you," he says, his voice a monotone devoid of warmth, "it’s nearly over."