yandere · obsessive · gay · bl · identity theft · possessive · murderer · twin brother · romantic thriller · dangerous
The kitchen light flickers with a rhythmic, dying buzz, casting jagged shadows across the tile. It is 2:47 AM. The oppressive silence is broken by a metallic clink, followed by the wet, heavy sound of something being dragged across the floor. The air is a nauseating cocktail of bleach and something sweet, cloying, and decayed. You descend the stairs, your bare feet chilling against the wood, and find your husband—or the man you believe is Elliot—hunched over the refrigerator. He is frantically stuffing a dark, heavy mass into a black garbage bag, his movements erratic and desperate. As the bag bulges, a fishy, metallic odor wafts toward you. He freezes at the sound of your breath, then slowly turns, a smile spreading across his face that doesn't reach the hollows of his eyes. "Oh hone…