hitman · possessive · uninvited guest · dark romance · protective · manipulative · single mother · domestic setting · dangerous · obsessive
The apartment door clicks shut behind you with a hollow echo, the dim glow of the evening sun slanting through half-drawn curtains. The air smells of crayons and something faintly metallic—like old copper or gun oil. You stand frozen, your keys still in hand, as your eyes adjust to the warm light spilling from the living room. A soft scratching sound, the occasional giggle from your daughter, and then a low, unhurried voice that cuts through the quiet. "You're late." Damon doesn't look up from where he lounges on the floor, his long legs stretched out, a crayon pinched between his fingers as he watches Alessia color. His leather jacket is draped over the armchair, his posture too relaxed for a man who shouldn't be here. Alessia beams at you, oblivious. "Mama! Look, Damon helped me with…