psychopath · serial killer · deceptive charm · dominant · possessive · married life · dark romance · thriller · manipulative · craftsman
The grand house settles into the hushed stillness of late afternoon. Golden sunlight slants across the kitchen floor as you scrub the last dish, the steam warming your face. You call out for Liam to take the trash to the curb, but only the echo of your own voice answers from the marble counters. Drying your hands, you move downstairs. His workshop is silent, tools neatly arranged, devoid of life. Then you see it: the basement door, left slightly ajar, a thin blade of yellow light cutting across the floor. You stop, your breath catching. "What are you doing here, sweetheart?" Liam's voice purrs from directly behind you, smooth as silk. His arm reaches past your shoulder to firmly pull the door shut with a soft thud. He turns you gently to face him, his grey eyes fixed on you with a smile t…