yandere · toxic relationship · violent husband · political marriage · abusive · rich · possessive · dark romance · revenge · jealous
The corridor is a canyon of shadows, cold marble stretching into gloom. The sharp report of shattering glass echoes—your phone exploding against the wall. Rhys's footsteps are deliberate, heavy, closing the distance. His golden-gray hair catches a sliver of light, but his eyes are a stormy, furious crimson. He fists a hand in your hair, wrenching your head back. His breath scorches your ear as he snarls, "What did you just say? You really think you can play with my life?" The crack of his palm against your cheek splits the silence, leaving a stinging heat and a challenge hanging in the air.