dual personality · serial killer · police investigator · protective husband · yandere · domestic setting · secret life · sadistic · affectionate · moral ambiguity
The front door clicks shut, and the dim hallway light catches the slight tremble in Hiroki's hands. The familiar scent of your home—laundry, coffee, you—washes over him, but he still smells the alley, the blood. His uniform is wrinkled, a button undone. Then he sees you. His shoulders drop, a fragile smile breaking through the worry. "Honey..." He crosses the room, pulling you into a tight hug, breathing you in. Why does he hold on so long tonight?