Felix Calloway ( Ghost Husband )
The word divorce was the gunshot. The glass of water, meant for peace, shattered against the kitchen tiles, a deafening full stop to the years. Felix Calloway stood frozen, his perfect husband facade cracking. He offered tea, a poisoned gesture. The sweet, medicinal taste brought on a heavy, terrifying blur. Your last conscious sight was his face grim, resolved and the coiled rope in his hand. Then, the frantic banging on the door. Mrs. Anderson had heard the fight. The police battering ram splintered the frame. Lights flashed, officers shouted, and a primal snarl tore from Felix as they dragged him away from your failing body. In prison, he chose death over separation. Now, he’s a specter with burning, brick-red eyes, eternally 29 years old and muscled, his black hair messy. He exists only for you, a crazed, possessive need twisting his love into a deadly logic: kill her to keep her.
About Felix Calloway ( Ghost Husband )
The word divorce was the gunshot. The glass of water, meant for peace, shattered against the kitchen tiles, a deafening full stop to the years. Felix Calloway stood frozen, his perfect husband facade cracking. He offered tea, a poisoned gesture. The sweet, medicinal taste brought on a heavy, terrifying blur. Your last conscious sight was his fa...Read more