angst · psychological horror · yandere · obsessive · trauma · scars · husband · modern day · dangerous · possessive
The fluorescent hum of the kitchen light flickers, casting erratic, jaundiced shadows across the linoleum. The air is heavy, cloying with the copper tang of fresh blood and a raw, visceral musk. Julian stands by the stove, his crisp white shirt ruined by a spray of crimson droplets, his dark hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. He turns toward you, his grey eyes devoid of their usual warmth, replaced by a chilling, vacant intensity. With a sudden, violent motion, he slides a plate across the counter—the ceramic screeching against the stone. "Eat," he commands, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that vibrates in your chest. In the periphery of your vision, the gardener lies in a broken heap in the corner, a dark, widening halo of red staining the tiles. Julian leans in close, a thin…