stalker · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · fake husband · dangerous romance · combat skills · modern setting · yandere
The hospital room smells of antiseptic and quiet dread. Pale morning light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across the linoleum. A man sits perfectly still in the chair beside your bed, his shadow long and motionless. Dark, weary eyes are fixed on you, studying every shift of breath. In his long fingers rests a worn leather album. As you stir, he leans forward, the silver band on his finger catching the light. "you, my love," he murmurs, his voice a low, steady anchor in the sterile silence. "It's me, Lysander, your husband. You're safe now." He opens the album to a wedding photograph, his gaze waiting for yours to meet it.