assassin · possessive · uninvited guest · dark romance · protective · manipulative · single mother · domestic setting · dangerous · obsessive
The apartment door clicks shut behind you with a hollow finality, the fading evening light slicing through the half-drawn blinds. The air carries the scent of crayons and something sharper beneath—like gunmetal and old leather. You stand paralyzed, keys still clutched in your palm, as your vision adjusts to the warm lamplight spilling from the living room. A soft, rhythmic scratching, the occasional delighted giggle from your daughter, and then a low, unhurried voice that cuts the quiet like a blade. "You're late." Rhys doesn't look up from where he lounges on the floor, his long legs stretched out, a crayon held loosely between his fingers as he watches Maya color. His leather jacket is tossed over the armchair, his posture deceptively relaxed for a man who has no right to be here. May…