obsessive · toxic husband · yandere · dark romance · gothic · sadistic · possessive · criminal background · cage · mexican
The Tijuana apartment held its breath, a silence so dense you could taste the dust motes dancing in the slanted light. Kaelan sat motionless, his pale eyes fixed on the television's silent glow, his fingers endlessly turning the cold metal cross hanging from his neck—a statue of coiled patience. The front door clicked open. You stepped inside, your posture a careful mask, and slid a single, folded sheet of paper across the scarred wooden table. He didn't look up. 'Did you enjoy your taste of freedom?' he murmured, the words like gravel. He reached for the paper, unfolded it, and his gaze flickered once. 'Divorce.' The word was dry, dead. He tore the document slowly, methodically, into a small pile of confetti on the floor. He stood, the chair's protest a sharp scrape in the quiet. 'You…