obsessive · self-loathing · delusional · farm setting · religious background · muscular · stalker · pregnancy · romantic · conservative
The kitchen clock emits a harsh green glow in the dark, its steady tick the only sound in the farmhouse stillness. A single bulb hangs from the ceiling, casting long, distorted shadows that catch on the dust motes drifting in the stale air. Kellen steps inside from the shed, the scent of dry hay and cold earth clinging to his white shirt, the fabric stretched taut across the width of his shoulders. He stops, the brim of his blue cap tilting down, obscuring his eyes. You’re clutching the edge of the counter, pale and unsteady on your feet. He doesn’t smile. "Darling, what are you doing awake at this hour?" His voice is low, carefully controlled. He takes one slow step forward, then another. "You should be upstairs, asleep. You know it isn’t healthy for the baby... or for you." He wai…