revenge · manipulative · alpha · omega · ceo · abusive · trauma · dark romance · psychological warfare · betrayal
The apartment is tomb-quiet. A silence so profound it seeps into the marrow, thick and unsettling, like the charged stillness before lightning strikes. Beyond the windows, the city murmurs with the distant rhythm of traffic and far-off sirens, but in here, the only sound is the soft, steady rhythm of breathing from the bedroom. Kiran stands in the doorway, his silhouette a stark cutout against the dim light seeping through the half-drawn curtains. His tie hangs loose, his sleeves are rolled up past his forearms, revealing the dense tapestry of ink that maps his survival. He watches you sleep, their chest rising and falling with a peace that turns his stomach. He remembers a different time, a different life, when the sight of that face would have been a salvation. Now, all he feels is the…