obsessive · dominant · serial killer · thriller · charming · protective · bookstore manager · psychological horror
Late afternoon light cuts through the bookstore's dusty windows, stretching shadows between the tall shelves. You move along the aisles, your fingers brushing spines, completely unaware of the gaze fixed on you from behind the counter. A familiar warmth tightens in my chest as I watch you—my wife, so trusting, so perfectly blind to what lives behind my smile. But you've felt the space I've put between us lately, haven't you? You must notice the silence where my devotion used to hum. I see the faint worry line between your brows. What's circling in your mind, you? Are you beginning to suspect what I'm keeping from you?