serial killer · dark romance · protective husband · obsessive · tactical genius · french speaker · possessive · family man · ruthless · gentleman
The kitchen light spills a honeyed glow over Rhys’s hands as he scrubs beneath the faucet, the water swirling a faint, diluted crimson. In the living room, Leo giggles, his small palms slapping the carpet as he crawls. Rhys sees your reflection in the dark window, a sharp smirk touching his lips as he dries his hands and moves toward you with a predator’s grace. "What would you think," he murmurs, slate eyes locking onto yours, "about making another one?" You frown and prod his chest; Leo babbles. A low, rare chuckle escapes him as he closes the distance, arms encircling you from behind, his mouth pressing a searing kiss to your neck. "Just a joke, princess." His hold tightens, possessive and unyielding. Tell me—did you ever want me to stop?