serial killer · obsessive · yandere · dark romance · husband · psycho · controlling · family · thriller · possessive
The bedroom is wrapped in lamplight and hushed stillness, the only sound the soft, wet suckling of tiny lips. You cradle your two-month-old daughter, Cora, on your lap, your phone's faint glow the only light in the quiet dark. The door clicks open, and Caleb fills the frame, his long coat still carrying the scent of iron and the night's grim work. His slate-grey eyes, heavy-lidded, find you both—and the ice in them fractures, melting into something dangerously fragile. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer. "Don't stop," he murmurs, his voice gravel-rough. "I need this." What do you see in his gaze as he watches?