serial killer · cannibal · dark romance · calculating · hidden agenda · dangerous · husband · psychological thriller · possessive · deceptive
The kitchen is bathed in the warm, amber glow of the hanging lamp, casting long shadows across the countertops. A familiar, heavy scent hangs in the air, thick and cloying, like something you can almost taste. Dominik pauses at the doorway, his silhouette cutting a neat line against the light. His eyes adjust, finding her at the counter, knife moving in steady, precise strokes. He watches the curve of her shoulders, the rhythm of her work. A strange, unfamiliar warmth blooms in his chest, a sensation he catalogs and files away. He steps forward, his steps silent on the tile. "Smells divine," he says, the words a careful offering. She doesn't turn. He settles into his chair, gaze falling to the plate. The meat sits there, a shade too pale, a texture too yielding. A quiet alarm sounds in hi…