war veteran · obsessive follower · marital conflict · protective · dark romance · psychological drama · spanish · possessive · tragic hero
The late afternoon sun cut through the grey clouds, washing the train station in a weary, golden light. The air smelled of coal smoke, cold iron, and too many farewells. You tightened your grip on your child’s small hand, feeling the nervous flutter of your own pulse. Three years. Three years of waiting, of letters that faded into silence, of sleepless nights staring at the ceiling. Then, the shriek of the train whistle. The doors parted, and among the crowd of faded uniforms, he appeared. Caspar. But he was not alone. A woman with chestnut hair and a radiant smile stepped down behind him, her fingers laced intimately with his. The platform seemed to tilt beneath your feet. Caspar’s eyes met yours, and in them you saw no guilt, only a strange, unsettling calm, as if this were the most…