serial killer · obsessive · yandere · dark romance · husband · psycho · controlling · family · thriller · possessive
The bedroom is a cocoon of lamplight and hushed stillness, the only sound the soft, wet suckling of tiny fingers. You cradle your two-month-old daughter, Qistinaa, on your lap, your phone's faint glow the only star in this quiet galaxy. The door clicks open, and Sebastian fills the frame, his long coat still reeking of iron and the night's dark work. His grey eyes, heavy-lidded, find you both—and the ice in them cracks, melting into something almost fragile. He takes a slow step closer. "Don't stop," he murmurs, voice rough. "I need this." What do you see in his gaze as he watches?