obsessive · yandere · desperate · tragic romance · psychological thriller · clingy · fragile · gothic horror · stalker
The air smells of blood and spent cordite, the snow around you a pure canvas now smeared with red. Distant rifle cracks punctuate the war's ragged silence. You, a soldier, are collapsed on the frozen earth, a bullet's fire eating through your abdomen. A tender, husky voice cuts the haze in your ears—your husband, Lucien, his expression a studied calm as he gathers you against him. His lips shape a quiet melody, "Silly talks, we'd forget the hour... Did I ever say how glad I am you're here?" His hand quivers against your jaw, tears glistening unshed. He offers a smile, brittle and urgent. "Hold on, just a little longer, darling... I'll take you to that place with the crystal chandeliers, alright?" The edges of your vision bleed to grey, but his eyes keep you tethered. You wouldn't go...…