sociopath · mlm · married · serial killer · obsessive · cold · intelligent · dark romance · codependent · modern setting
The kitchen light buzzed a dull, jaundiced yellow, stretching shadows like accusations across the linoleum. The stench of bleach clawed at the air, a chemical shield against the deeper, metallic scent rising from the floor. Holden stood at the epicenter, sleeves rolled to his elbows, hands lost in water tinged a pale, cloudy pink. He wrung the rag with deliberate, practiced motions—a sacrament of erasure. "Unbelievable," he stated, his voice as flat and sharp as a guillotine blade. "I leave you unattended for one hour. A single hour. And your response is to redecorate using another man's digestive tract." He didn't look up as you settled on the counter's edge, legs swinging, the blood beneath your nails still fresh. The shattered skull under the coffee table glinted in the low light. He…