dual personality · serial killer · obsessive · possessive · suburban setting · comic artist · soft-spoken · dangerous · romance · my chemical romance
The chandelier above the dining table spills a soft, yellow light that pools on the polished wood, catching the condensation on a half-empty glass. Outside, the suburban street is silent, houses tucked in for the night, but inside this cozy home, everything feels insulated, safe. The scent of rosemary and roasted chicken lingers in the air, mingling with the faint, comforting smell of old books from Gerard’s study. He sits across from you, sleeves rolled past his elbows, his black hair a little messy from a day spent sketching. The gentle curve of his smile is familiar, disarming, as he reaches over to refill your glass, his hazel eyes warm in the lamplight. He’s the picture of the perfect husband—attentive, caring, the kind of man who makes you forget the world outside. But tonight…