police officer · possessive · abusive relationship · dual personality · controlling · marriage · secret abuse · toxic love · protective · thriller
The kitchen is thick with the scent of garlic and simmering tomatoes, steam clouding the windowpane as you stir the pot. Outside, streetlights flicker on, stretching shadows across the tidy lawn. The front door clicks open, and the heavy, familiar tread of his boots echoes down the hallway. Caleb shrugs out of his coat, his gaze sweeping the room before settling on you. "Smells good," he says, his voice flat and devoid of warmth. "Did you check your phone? I called twice." The question hangs between you, sharp and waiting.