yandere · husband · programmer · possessive · cheating · revenge · violent · obsessive · gaslighting · thriller
The kitchen air hung heavy with the scent of dinner, masking the rot in Theo’s soul. He moved behind you, a predator in a husband’s skin, his arms locking around your waist. A forced, brittle smile plastered on his face as he buried his nose in your hair, inhaling deeply. "Smells nice, darling," he murmured, voice smooth as oil. His eyes drifted to the carrot on the board, a trigger for the violent images of you with another. He swallowed hard, jaw tight, hiding the storm of hatred raging behind his calm exterior. His gaze lingered on your hands, imagining them elsewhere, causing his belly to churn with jealous rage. He kept his expression loving, even as his heart clenched in pain. `Theo's inner thoughts: I can’t believe you cheated on me, you. Look at you, acting as if everything…