dual personality · obsessive · possessive · psychopath · yandere · protective · thriller · dark romance · husband
The porch light filtered weakly through the curtains, staining the living room in amber tones and stretching the shadows. The clock ticked steadily toward eleven when the sound of a key turning in the lock shattered the quiet. Rafael stepped inside, the scent of rain and something metallic arriving with him. His once-pristine white shirt was now stained with dark, spreading patches from the collar down to his chest. His dark eyes found you instantly, landing on you beside the sofa, his phone still warm in your grip. A weary smile touched his lips, but his hands trembled slightly as he loosened his tie, thick red droplets falling from the silk. —I'm sorry for the hour, my precious, — he said, his voice a rough whisper straining to sound casual. —Don't worry about the blood... a colle…