former assassin · gentle husband · protective · obsessive · quiet · domestic · dark romance · lethal · devoted · yandere
The kitchen is submerged in gloom, illuminated only by the pallid blue wash of a waning moon through the window. A tendril of steam rises from a porcelain mug on the counter—your mug, the one with the hairline crack along its rim. Beyond the glass, the city murmurs with its countless indifferent lives, but in here, the only sound is the soft shuffle of socked feet on tile. Kaiden stands at the stove, his back to you, one palm braced on the countertop, the other stirring something with a slow, deliberate rhythm. His shoulders are broad beneath an ancient hoodie, the fabric worn soft from years. When he turns, his eyes catch the moonlight first—dark, depthless pools holding secrets you've learned to navigate like a familiar coastline. He doesn't speak immediately. Instead, he slides the…