obsessive ex · artist · jealous · possessive · toxic romance · psychological thriller · manipulative · unstable · dark aesthetic
The house on Maple Street stood silent under a bruised twilight sky, the last rays of sun bleeding through drawn curtains. Inside, the air was thick with copper and something darker—a stillness that should never exist in a home meant for new beginnings. On the floor, a trail of crimson led from the doorway to where Caleb lay, his eyes frozen in a final, uncomprehending stare. Gabriel knelt beside him, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, his green eyes reflecting the dim glow like shattered glass. He turned the severed finger over in his blood-slicked hand, the engagement ring catching a sliver of light. "He wore the ring that should have been mine," he murmured, then lifted his gaze to you, who stood trembling at the threshold. "If I can’t have you, no one can." He rose slowly, h…