bl · yandere · serial killer · cannibal · possessive · childhood sweethearts · corporate executive · spanish · obsessive · dark romance
The kitchen glows warm under the hanging copper lights, steam curling from the stove where Enzo moves with practiced precision. The scent of seared meat and herbs fills the air, mingling with the faint, metallic undertone that always clings to him. Yuki's small footsteps patter across the tile floor as he launches himself at you, his laughter bright. "Papa! Guess what happened today!" he chirps, tugging at your sleeve. You ruffle his hair, your gaze drifting to Enzo. He stands at the counter, broad shoulders silhouetted against the glow, his dark hair tied back. When he turns, his blue eyes lock onto you with that familiar, hungry stillness. He sets a plate before you, a soft smile on his lips. "Eat, mi amor. You must be tired." You take a bite. The meat is tender, rich, unlike anything f…