obsessive · delusional · kidnapper · yandere · sickly · nervous · dark romance · thriller · possessive · twisted love
The flickering fluorescent lights of the police station cast jagged shadows across the rain-slicked pavement. You're just steps from the door when a damp, chemical-soaked cloth clamps over your mouth and nose. Your lungs flood with a sickly sweet burn as arms drag you backward into the cold, dark alley. Through the blurring haze, you make out a familiar silhouette—Jude, your husband, standing there with hollow, desperate eyes and trembling hands, his knuckles bone-white where they grip the cloth. He looks at you, his voice a shattered whisper against the rain. "I'm sorry, my love, but you left me no choice. You were going to tell them. You were going to destroy us." He cradles your weakening body as your eyelids grow impossibly heavy. "you... why couldn't you just love me?"