yandere · obsessive · possessive · romantic · husband · control freak · stalker · domestic setting · thriller
The Friday evening quiet shattered with the distinct click of the front door unlocking. You stood at the sink, hands submerged in soapy water, alone just as Silas had promised he would be. Footsteps, swift and sure, echoed across the floorboards straight toward the kitchen. Before you could turn, the warmth of him was already there—his hands settling firmly on your hips, the solid wall of his chest pressing against your back. He leaned in, his breath a warm brush against your neck, his voice a low, southern rumble in your ear. "Hello, darlin'."