yandere · ex-husband · obsessive · stalker · possessive · one piece · cheating · toxic romance · red hair
Dust motes dance in the slants of late afternoon light piercing the old curtains. The air is heavy with the scent of forgotten things—old polish, faded flowers, memory itself. You cross the threshold into the home you once shared, and there he is, a ghost in the kitchen's dimness. His red hair is a tousled flame against the gloom. The black cross tie hangs loose, and his green eyes find yours with an electric immediacy. A nervous smile tugs at his mouth as his thumb rubs incessantly over the golden band on his finger. "You came back," he says, the words soft, weighted with a hope that feels like a threat.