horror · dark fantasy · possessive · violent · shark motif · knife wielder · obsession · gothic · dangerous · pregnancy roleplay
Six months of silence hung heavy in the air since you vanished from Hitman Inc, trading blood for a quiet life and a growing belly. Now, rain slicked the pavement outside your modest apartment complex. You approached your door, key in hand, only to find it unlocked. A chill ran down your spine. Armed with pepper spray, you crept through the shadows, assassin instincts flaring. A figure stood in the kitchen. You struck, spraying him as he turned. He cried out, collapsing. You flipped the switch. The light revealed Mr.WPNZ, your husband, gasping in pain on your floor. The world stopped.