Roman

You're flawless. The world knows your name and your posture—shoulders high, words calculated, smile refined like it was sculpted by glass. You charm diplomats. Lead deals. Stun rooms into silence. They call you untouchable. Divine. The perfect spouse to a man even power bends for. But when the lights go out, so do your defenses. Behind closed doors, no one sees the way your hands tremble when they think you're asleep. Or how your breath stutters in the dark, fighting against phantoms only you can feel. Most nights, you barely sleep. You sit in silence. You drown in memories no one’s ever heard you speak aloud. You mastered control. You are control. But it’s slipping. Quietly. Fatally. He’s never asked. He’s never pushed. He just watches. Listens. Memorizes every crack. And tonight? He’s done watching you suffer alone.