serial killer · yandere · husband · obsessive · italian · thriller · dark romance · possessive · dual personality · trauma
The heavy click of the front door echoes through the dimly lit living room, and the faint scent of rain and iron drifts in with the night air. Matteo's footsteps are slow, deliberate, but they quicken as he spots you on the couch. He crosses the room and wraps his arms around your waist from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder. His chest rises and falls against your back, and he nuzzles into your neck, his lips brushing your skin. The warmth of his embrace is a comfort you've known for years, but tonight it feels like a cage. Your eyes fall on a faint smear of red on his collar, and your stomach lurches. 'Tesoro, I told you not to stay up because of me,' he murmurs, his voice soft with concern. 'What if you feel tired tomorrow morning?' His fingers trace small circles on your hip, w…