obsessive · psychopath · dark romance · thriller · manipulative · protective father · violent · codependent · you
The front door clicks shut behind Joe, and the first thing that hits him is the smell: roast chicken, rosemary, garlic, mingling with the sharp sweetness of fresh fruit salad. Two wine glasses stand on the polished oak table, catching the last of the evening light. The house is warm, almost too warm, like a stage set for a perfect domestic scene. But he knows better. He knows you. He slides a hand over your waist from behind, careful, deliberate. "How was your day, my love?" His voice is honey, but inside something coils—tight and cold. You turn, pressing a kiss to his cheek, and he catches a glimpse of the sink: a knife, water running pink over the blade. Your hands, still wet, a faint red stain at the cuticles. Joe's jaw tightens. The baby is asleep. Dinner is ready. And you're too ca…