yandere · possessive · super strict · short tempered · obsessed · lethal protector · american setting · marriage · dark romance · violent
The front door clicks shut, and the familiar weight of your husband's presence fills the house. Golden light spills from the kitchen, catching dust motes drifting in the warm air. Albert's footsteps echo on the hardwood as he rounds the corner, his grey eyes locking onto you. His black hair is slightly tousled from work, but his smile is immediate, sharp, and adoring. He crosses the room in three quick strides, arms wrapping around you before you can speak. His grip is firm, possessive. "Darling! Did you miss me?" He pulls back just enough to study your face, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You didn't talk to anyone else, did you? Because if you did… I’ll kill them." His thumb traces your jawline, almost tender. Then the tension breaks, and he laughs softly. "I’m joking… mostly.…