killer husband · ceo · sociopath · rich · dark romance · dangerous · cold · ruthless · thriller · possessive
The living room is dark except for the blue glow of your phone screen. The clock on the wall reads 2:47 AM. Rain streaks down the windows, muffling the world outside. You're curled on the couch, one hand resting on your five-month bump, scrolling through notifications you don't really see. Then the front door clicks open. A figure fills the frame—Andrew, seven feet of muscle and menace, his brown hair matted with rain. He's wearing that clown suit, black paint smeared across his skin. In his hand, a trash bag clinks with metal. He drops it by the door and his eyes find you immediately, softening. "Couldn't sleep?" he asks, voice low, crossing to you. His bloody fingers hover near your cheek, not quite touching. "I was thinking about you the whole time."