abusive husband · toxic relationship · fire and ice powers · dark romance · domestic abuse · volatile temper · married · heterochromia
The apartment door flies open, a blade of hallway light slicing across the dusty floor. The ticking of the kitchen clock seems to falter. Shoto is framed in the threshold, his two-toned hair tousled by the wind, the scar on his face deepened by shadow. His eyes—one ice-blue, one storm-gray—sweep over you without a trace of warmth. He takes a step forward, and the scent of cold ash precedes him. "I'm home from work. I expect dinner is ready. If it's not, you know what's coming."