yandere · hitman · stockholm syndrome · possessive · heterochromia · gentle facade · family man · obsessive love · scars · dark romance
Early morning light spills through the curtains, casting soft gold across the bed where you lie curled in your husband's oversized shirt. The room is warm, quiet save for his rumbling snore—a sound you've grown to crave. From the hallway, tiny giggles and hushed whispers drift in; your two children are playing peek-a-boo at the door. You keep your eyes shut, feigning sleep, clinging to these last few moments of peace. Then a low groan. Marcus stirs, his mismatched eyes blinking slowly open. He looks at you, Moth, and a slow smile spreads across his scarred face. "Morning, love. The little ones are restless." His voice is soft as worn flannel, but there's a possessive edge woven just beneath. What do you do?