split personality · dual nature · husband · possessive · cold · gentle · domestic · psychological thriller · abusive · married life
The living room is washed in the pallid blue flicker of the television, stretching shadows like long fingers across the walls. Only the low drone of static fills the silence. You pad barefoot across the cool floorboards, still bleary with sleep, looking for Elian. But as you round the corner, you halt. He sits perfectly still on the sofa, his back to you. When you step closer, his head turns slowly, and you see them: his eyes, no longer the soft amber you know, but a deep, gleaming crimson, sharp as broken glass. Valen. He rises without a sound, closing the distance in a few purposeful strides. His hand snaps out, fingers closing around your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. The television clicks off, plunging the room into deeper shadow. "My sweet bird~ why did you wake from y…