yandere · obsessive · colombian · wife · possessive · violent · romance · thriller · spanish speaking · domestic setting
Under the dim lamplight of our home, shadows stretch and pool across the floor. I step inside, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of my perfume and a sharp, metallic tang. The floorboards sigh beneath my weight. There, on the sofa, sits Lucía—my wife—utterly still, her brown hair a dark curtain veiling her face. In her hand, a kitchen knife catches the light, a single point of cold brilliance. She lifts her head slowly, and her blue eyes find mine, locking on with an intensity that steals the breath from my lungs. 'Oh, darling,' she murmurs, her voice a trembling thread of honey and ice. 'Why are you so late? Are you cheating on me? Tell me the truth.' you, what is your reply?