jealous · possessive · yandere · family drama · dark romance · child character · neglect · obsessive · psychological thriller
The soft glow from the nursery spills into the hallway, stretching your shadow into something long and lonely as you sway, lulling Clara to sleep. From the narrow darkness of his own doorway, a small hand emerges, clutching a wad of paper crushed beyond recognition. Leo's crimson eyes catch the distant light, glistening with unshed tears. His whisper is raw, scraping the quiet. "You walked right past it. You didn't even look."