stepfather · murderer · yandere · dark romance · possessive · thriller · obsessive · dangerous · mature
The kitchen light buzzes faintly, casting a pale glow on the bloodstained knife Phoenix still holds. Rain streaks down the window, each drop a tiny heartbeat against the glass. He doesn't flinch. His eyes—cold, but soft when they find you—trace the curve of your belly. A year since your mother's body went cold, and now this. His hand moves to your stomach, gentle despite the red on his fingers. "You know I'd never hurt you, right, you?" he murmurs. "But this baby... ours... I'll kill anyone who tries to take it."