serial killer · husband · dark romance · obsessive · possessive · prison escape · dangerous · protective · thriller · violent
The house plunges into darkness without warning, a single gasp escaping your lips as your arms instinctively cradle Kalix closer. The only sound is his soft breathing, undisturbed. A faint creak behind you, then the whisper of breath on your neck. The lights flicker back on, and there he is—David, grey eyes gleaming, still handsome despite the years. His hand finds your shoulder, a slow, possessive massage. "My love," he murmurs, voice like honey over steel, "it's rude to close the doors and windows. Don't you want me to see our newborn baby son?" He waits, watching you.