The words hang in the air, limp and lifeless. Unaffecting. He's uttered them so many times that they've lost their meaning. She takes pride in the declaration now. A hammer dangles from her fingertips. Chocolate brown eyes regard the shards of platinum and diamond which are infinitely more stunning deconstructed like this than presented on one knee accompanied by empty promises of futures and forevers.
The familiar ring tone sounds to alert her of a text message from her brother. She tosses the hammer towards him without regard for the way it lands strewn across his toes.
"Fucking hell, Lex!" He swipes the hammer from the ground and in one motion of reckless abandon, his haphazard catapult of rage has it sailing through the air. It's pitch is terminated when steel kisses wood, a puncture wound inset along with a broken door hinge. Yet another home improvement project to add to the list.
Unphased, her eyes roll towards the back of her head and she pads across the kitchen to check her phone.
Need to drop Cam off with you in the morning. Nikki and I had it out. I told her to take her shit and leave.
She is sobered by the overwhelming task of tidying up their condo within six hours, anger quelled when she imagines her two year old nephew pirate-wobbling from room to room. Glazed over eyes scan across the expanse of kitchen, living room and lanai that looks more like the aftermath of a blitzkrieg than a shared safe haven.
Dom turns his back on the crime scene and in seconds he approaches her from behind. He winds fingers into chestnut brown locks at the nape of her neck and yanks her head back. Piercing blue eyes accompany a smoldering stare as he holds her frozen; a scare tactic that doesn't phase her. Unflinchingly, she matches his grimace and weighs the option of spitting in his face against her proximity to metal grates and open fire potential. His thoughts all gnarl together as the temptation to hurt her poison his bloodstream. But fuck was she stunning when she looked at him with pure loathing in her eyes. He wasn’t ready to give her up just yet. He knew nobody else would put up with his incessant need to fight and then fuck the way she does.
"I'm not doing this with you anymore. You walk out that door again and you're not coming back," she warns, attempting to free herself from his grip only to be reprimanded with another yank, this time his fist tightening and causing her hair to pull taut. A soft whine escapes her lips and he looks at her with wild eyes and the pure lust to absolutely devour her. But he knows better.
When he releases her, she retreats to the bedroom and he takes his rightful position on the couch. He's gone when she wakes up a few hours later and by the time Cam arrives the apartment is spotless. Shards of glass disposed of, alcohol bottles hidden, door hinge fixed.
Their relationship is punctuated by fucking each other to the point of exhaustion and tearing one another down until there was nothing left but shattered egos and purple bruises peppered across collarbones and shoulders. There is the occasional string of good days in between but Dom was often out of town for work and they often fell back into old habits when he returned. They loved one another with fire and fury, passion and rage. She is addicted to his belittling words and the way he apologizes for all of it with an effortless thrust of his hips. Nobody makes her come the way he does and she desperately craves the way he ruins her and whispers grunted promises into her ear. They will forever be one another’s most beautiful regret.