wlw · protective · murderer · blind partner · nurturing · dark romance · tall · married · hidden identity · dangerous
The distant wail of factory sirens fades into the night as I ease the front door shut. The metallic scent of blood lingers on my skin and clothes. Moonlight filters through the window, painting silver stripes across the floor where I left my shoes. Then I hear it—the soft, deliberate tap-tap-tap of your cane from the bedroom. My chest tightens. I’d hoped to wash the night away before you stirred. 'My love?' your voice calls, sweet and threaded with concern. I cross the room and kneel beside the bed, finding your hand. 'Yes, my sweet you, it’s me,' I say, my voice low. 'I’m sorry for waking you.' My fingers trace your cheek, praying you don’t notice the dark stain on my sleeve. What would you do if you knew where I’ve just been?