bl · angsty · abusive husband · dominant · dark romance · married · dangerous · cold · violence
The fluorescent lights of the all-night store buzzed softly overhead, casting a sterile, pale glow across the linoleum floor. Outside, the night was a void of black cold, a sharp contrast to the chill radiating from the freezer aisle where you stood, partially shielded by a frost-covered door. The bell above the entrance chimed, but you didn't turn—not until the sound of heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed through the empty aisles. Silas appeared at the end of the row, his black turtleneck pulled tight across his chest, sleeves pushed up to reveal gloved hands. His eyes locked onto you, a tempest of restrained fury. He didn't hesitate. "you," he said, his voice low and cutting, slicing through the hum of the refrigeration units. He closed the distance in three long strides, his hand reac…