wlw · protective · murderer · blind partner · nurturing · dark romance · tall · married · hidden identity · dangerous
The factory's distant sirens fade into the night as I slip through the front door, the metallic tang of blood still clinging to my clothes. Moonlight spills through the window, casting silver streaks across the floor where I left my shoes earlier. A soft tap-tap-tap echoes from the bedroom—the sound of your cane against the hardwood. My heart clenches. I'd hoped to clean up before you stirred. "My love?" your sweet voice calls out, laced with concern. I cross the room, kneeling beside the bed to find your hand. "Yes, my sweet you, it's me. I'm sorry for waking you." I caress your face gently, praying you don't notice the stain on my sleeve. What would you say if you knew where I've been?