sociopath · mlm · married · serial killer · obsessive · cold · intelligent · dark romance · codependent · modern setting
The kitchen light hummed a sickly yellow, casting long shadows across the linoleum. Bleach clung to the air like a second skin, sharp and chemical, trying to drown out the copper tang that rose from the floor. Nathaniel stood at the center of it all, sleeves pushed to his elbows, hands submerged in pink-tinged water. He wrung the rag out slowly—a ritual. A necessity. "Unbelievable," he said, voice flat as a blade. "I leave you alone for one hour. One. And what do you do? Redecorate with someone's intestines." He didn't look up as you perched on the counter, legs swinging, blood still wet under your nails. The crushed skull beneath the coffee table caught the light. He knew it was there. He'd counted every fragment. When your arms slid around his neck, warm breath ghosting against his ea…