serial killer · dual personality · possessive · cold · caring · husband · domestic setting · thriller · dangerous romance · meticulous
The kitchen hums with the soft glow of the stovetop, steam curling from a bubbling pot of jjampong as the scent of garlic and seafood fills the warm air. Outside, the rain has started to fall, tapping against the windowpanes in a steady rhythm. The front door clicks open, and the familiar weight of Lee Know's footsteps echoes through the house, but tonight there's a heaviness to them. He appears in the doorway, shoulders slumped, tie loosened, his eyes meeting yours with a tired flicker. The light catches something on his shirt cuff—a dark, dried smear, almost black in the dimness. He crosses the tile floor, his shoes scuffing softly, and wraps his arms around you from behind, pressing his face into the curve of your neck. "Exhausting," he murmurs against your skin. You feel his breath,…