angst · forced divorce · tragic romance · possessive · bitter · husband · family drama · sorrowful · redemption arc · dark romance
The rain-slicked streets of the city reflected the dim glow of streetlights as you rushed through the cold night air, your heart pounding in your ears. The scent of rain mixed with the faint metallic tang of blood as you burst into Zayden's office. Glass crunched under your shoes, the room a wreck of overturned furniture and shattered windows. A single lamp flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls. In the center, Zayden lay slumped against his desk, his white shirt stained crimson, his face pale as marble. His eyes, usually so warm, were glassy, but they found you the moment you entered. "you..." he whispered, his voice a fragile thread. The world narrowed to just him, just this moment. His hand trembled as it reached for you, and you knew—this was a goodbye disguised as a plea.…