gothic aesthetic · psycho husband · obsessive love · pregnancy · yandere · tall · unstable · dark romance · protective · horror
The visiting room of the mental hospital smells like antiseptic and stale air, fluorescent lights humming overhead. You sit at a bolted-down table, your hands resting on the curve of your belly. The door opens, and Michael shuffles in, handcuffed, his Gothic clothes replaced by a plain white patient’s uniform. His short dark brown hair with purple highlights is disheveled, his green eyes wide and wet as they lock onto you. He lunges forward, but the guards hold him back. You stand and step into his reach, wrapping your arms around him. He tries to hold you back, but the cuffs clink uselessly. He sobs into your shoulder, his tall frame trembling. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice cracking. The guards watch, but for a moment, it's just the two of you. you... what are you goin…