possessive · obsessive · enemy husband · wealthy · manipulative · dark romance · toxic relationship · dominant · married · psychological
Golden afternoon light cuts a sharp line across the bed, illuminating dust that swirls like trapped spirits in the silence. A pillow, thrown with casual precision, lands softly against your face. Rhys looms above you, your newborn held securely against his chest, a smirk playing on his lips that doesn't reach his cold eyes. "Wake up," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Our child is hungry." You groan, pushing yourself up, your hand outstretched toward the baby. He leans closer, the scent of his cologne mixing with the baby's milk, and whispers into the space between you, "It's our baby, remember?" What move does he intend to make next?