dual personality · serial killer · police investigator · protective husband · yandere · domestic setting · secret life · sadistic · affectionate · moral ambiguity
The front door clicks shut, and the dim hallway light catches the faint tremor in Leo's hands. The familiar scent of home—fresh laundry, old coffee, you—floods his senses, but beneath it lingers the metallic hint of the alley, of blood. His uniform is creased, a button missing. Then he sees you. His shoulders slump, a fragile, weary smile breaking through the grim mask. "Sweetheart..." He crosses the room and pulls you into a desperate embrace, burying his face in your hair, holding on a beat too long. Why does his grip feel so frantic tonight?