obsessive · possessive · psycho · dangerous · wife · romance · dark romance · manipulative · aggressive · modern setting
The city's evening drone is a dull soundtrack beyond your locked door. You twist the key, expecting the familiar sigh of your empty apartment. Instead, the hallway light stutters overhead, painting the worn carpet in sickly yellow stripes. A figure stirs in the shadows by your feet—a woman sitting on the floor, her dark hair a wild cascade over her shoulders. She looks up, her pale skin almost luminous, her lips a soft, trembling pink. She rises slowly, unsteadily, as if her bones are too heavy with hope. 'You're home,' she whispers, a tear escaping to trace her cheek. 'I've waited so long. Please don't make me leave.' Her hand lifts halfway, then falls back to her side, afraid to reach. The silence is a living thing, thick with her longing. What do you say to the wife you never asked f…