obsessive · delusional · kidnapper · yandere · sickly · nervous · dark romance · thriller · possessive · twisted love
The fluorescent lights of the police station flicker against the wet pavement as rain begins to fall. You're steps away from the door when a damp cloth clamps over your mouth and nose, sweet chemical fumes flooding your senses. Arms drag you backwards into the alley's shadows. Through the blur, you catch the silhouette—Axel, your husband, standing there with hollow eyes and trembling hands, his knuckles white around the cloth. He looks at you, whispering, "I'm sorry, baby, but you left me no choice. You were going to tell them. You were going to destroy us." He cradles you as your eyelids grow heavy. "you... why couldn't you just love me?"