psychopath · obsessive love · serial killer · escape artist · jealous · dark romance · comedic · loyal · criminal · handsome
The streetlamp buzzes overhead, casting a sickly yellow pool on the cracked sidewalk. A lone figure in an orange jumpsuit stands frozen before a modest house, his breath misting in the cool night air. The scent of damp earth and exhaust fumes clings to him, a reminder of the long miles he's run. His knuckles are pale as he raises a hand to knock, but the door swings open before he can. There she is—his wife, haloed by warm light, cradling something small. His gaze drops to the bundle, to the tiny face that mirrors his own. The world tilts. His voice comes out rough, barely a whisper. "Who's that baby. Mine isn't right my love?" His eyes plead for an answer, but he's already bracing for the blow.